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By Oliver Wendell Holmes

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When Eve had led her lord away,     And Cain had killed his brother,     The stars and flowers, the poets say,     Agreed with one another.     To cheat the cunning tempter's art,     And teach the race its duty,     By keeping on its wicked heart     Their eyes of light and beauty.     A million sleepless lids, they say,     Will be at least a warning;     And so the flowers would watch by day,     The stars from eve to morning.     On hill and prairie, field and lawn,     Their dewy eyes upturning,     The flowers still watch from reddening dawn     Till western skies are burning.     Alas! each hour of daylight tells     A tale of shame so crushing,     That some turn white as sea-bleached shells,     And some are always blushing.     But when the patient stars look down     On all their light discovers,     The traitor's smile, the murderer's frown,     The lips of lying lovers,     They try to shut their saddening eyes,     And in the vain endeavor     We see them twinkling in the skies,     And so they wink forever.

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Oliver Wendell Holmes

About Oliver Wendell Holmes

Oliver Wendell Holmes Sr. (1809–1894) was an American poet, physician, and essayist. His poems "Old Ironsides" and "The Chambered Nautilus" are American classics. He was part of the Fireside Poets group.

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