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This great purple butterfly, / In the prison of my hands, / Has a learning in his eye / Not a poor fool understands.
Once he lived a schoolmaster / With a stark, denying look, / A string of scholars went in fear / Of his great birch and his great book.
Like the clangour of a bell, / Sweet and harsh, harsh and sweet, / That is how he learnt so well / To take the roses for his meat.