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Chameleons haunt the sunlight there, Where lemons firmament with blooms the way: The white rose gives its soul up and the air Ensnares it in a ray.

Great lilies open mouths of musk And stun the wind with scent; the loaded light Swoons with japonicas; and, tusk on tusk, Magnolias bud in sight.

The red-bird sings, “Oh, haste, haste, haste! Sweetheart! no longer tarry! Go, clasp her sweetly by the waist! And ask her, like a poppy faced, Sweetheart! if she will marry. Oh, haste, haste, haste!”