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Spake full well, in language quaint and olden, / One who dwelleth by the castled Rhine, / When he called the flowers, so blue and golden, / Stars, that in earth's firmament do shine.
Stars they are, wherein we read our history, / As astrologers and seers of eld; / Yet not wrapped about with awful mystery, / Like the burning stars, which they beheld.