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The shy little may-flower weaves her nest;
But the south wind blows o'er the fragrant loam,
And betrays the path to her woodland home.

— Sarah Helen Whitman Poems (1879)

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The sweet imperious mouth, whose haughty valor
Defied all portents of impending doom.

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Enchantress of the stormy seas,
Priestess of Night's high mysteries!

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When summer gathers up her robes of glory,
And, like a dream of beauty, glides away.

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Beside the brook and on the umbered meadow,
Where yellow fern-tufts fleck the faded ground,
With folded lids beneath their palmy shadow,
The gentian nods, in dewy slumbers bound.

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And still the aster greets us, as we pass,
With her faint smile,—among the withered grass.

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