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I AM here myself; as though this heave of effort / At starting other life, fulfilled my own: / Rose-leaves that whirl in colour round a core / Of seed-specks kindled lately and softly blown
By all the blood of the rose-bush into being-- / Strange, that the urgent will in me, to set / My mouth on hers in kisses, and so softly / To bring together two strange sparks, beget