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To Flowers From Italy In Winter

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Sunned in the South, and here to-day;      - If all organic things     Be sentient, Flowers, as some men say,      What are your ponderings?     How can you stay, nor vanish quite      From this bleak spot of thorn,     And birch, and fir, and frozen white      Expanse of the forlorn?     Frail luckless exiles hither brought!      Your dust will not regain     Old sunny haunts of Classic thought      When you shall waste and wane;     But mix with alien earth, be lit      With frigid Boreal flame,     And not a sign remain in it      To tell men whence you came.

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