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Except to heaven, she is nought; / Except for angels, lone; / Except to some wide-wandering bee, / A flower superfluous blown;
Except for winds, provincial; / Except by butterflies, / Unnoticed as a single dew / That on the acre lies.
The smallest housewife in the grass, / Yet take her from the lawn, / And somebody has lost the face / That made existence home!