To A Hedgerose

but it was not long among the roses,

to forgo sensibility, soft and foolish,

checked in passive light, light,

and slightly sigh and lay aside

bag and adage, just to be,

and, so unstung stay

unknowingly annealed

thought’s tempered flight,

fancy aromatic; these weeds I’m wearing

thin have become the half of it

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