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Whether the Sensitive Plant, or that / Which within its boughs like a Spirit sat, / Ere its outward form had known decay, / Now felt this change, I cannot say.
Whether that Lady's gentle mind, / No longer with the form combined / Which scattered love, as stars do light, / Found sadness, where it left delight,