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The tawny iris -- oh! the slim-necked swan; / And, sign of exiled souls, the bay divine; / Ruddy as seraph's heel its fleckless sheen, / Blushing the brightness of a trampled dawn.
The hyacinth; the myrtle's sweet alarm; / Like to a woman's flesh, the cruel rose, / Blossom'd Herodiade of the garden close, / Fed with ferocious dew of blooddrops warm.