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/ Clove-spicy pinks and phlox that fill the sense / With drowsy indolence; / And in the evening skies / Interior splendor, pregnant with surprise, / As if in some new wise / The full moon soon would rise.
/ Hung with the crimson aigrets of its seeds / The purple monkshood bleeds; / The dewy crickets chirr, / And everywhere are lights of lavender; / And scents of musk and myrrh / To guide the foot of her.