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POEMS.
XXXVIII.
WITH FLOWERS.
SOUTH winds jostle them,
Bumblebees come,
Hover, hesitate,
Drink, and are gone.
Butterflies pause
On their passage Cashmere;
I, softly plucking,
Present them here!
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