180 As if some little Arctic flower Upon the polar hem — Went wandering down the Latitudes Until it puzzled came To continents of summer — To firmaments of sun — To strange, bright crowds of flowers — And birds, of foreign tongue! I say, As if this little flower To Eden, wandered in — What then? Why nothing, Only, your inference therefrom!SourceThe script ran 0.001 seconds.
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