Vengeance.
I Let it sink, let it sink On the pungent-petaled pink By those poppy puffs; Fairy-fashioned downiness, Light, weak moth in furry dress Of white fluffy stuffs. II Where the thin light slipping sweet Dimples prints of Fairy feet On the white-rose blooms, One dim blossom delicate Droops a face all pale with hate, Dead with sick perfumes. III And I read the riddle wove In this rose's course of love For the fickle pink: - Thou the rose's phantom art Stealing to the pink's false heart Vampire-like to drink.
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