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Padraic Colum - Tulips
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An age being mathematical, these flowers 
Of linear stalks and spheroid blooms were prized 
By men with wakened, speculative minds, 
And when with mathematics they explored 
The Macrocosm, and came at last to 
The Vital Spirit of the World, and named it 
Invisible Pure Fire, or, say, the Light, 
The Tulips were the Light`s receptacles. 
The gold, the bronze, the red, the bright-swart Tulips! 
No emblems they for us who no more dream 
Of mathematics burgeoning to light 
With Newton`s prism and Spinoza`s lens, 
Or berkeley`s ultimate, Invisible Pure Fire. 
In colored state and carven brilliancy 
We see them now, or, more illumined, 
In sudden fieriness, as flowers fit 
To go with vestments red on Pentecost.
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