339 I tend my flowers for thee — Bright Absentee! My Fuchsia`s Coral Seams Rip — while the Sower — dreams — Geraniums — tint — and spot — Low Daisies — dot — My Cactus — splits her Beard To show her throat — Carnations — tip their spice — And Bees — pick up — A Hyacinth — I hid — Puts out a Ruffled Head — And odors fall From flasks — so small — You marvel how they held — Globe Roses — break their satin glake — Upon my Garden floor — Yet — thou — not there — I had as lief they bore No Crimson — more — Thy flower — be gay — Her Lord — away! It ill becometh me — I`ll dwell in Calyx — Gray — How modestly — alway — Thy Daisy — Draped for thee!SourceThe script ran 0.001 seconds.
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