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The violet scent is sacred / Like dreams of angels bright; / The hawthorn smells of passion / Told in a moonless night.
But the smell is in my nostrils, / Through blossoms red or gold, / Of my own green flower unfading, / A bitter smell and bold.
The lily smells of pardon, / The rose of mirth; but mine / Smells shrewd of death and honour, / And the doom of Adam's line.
The heavy scent of wine-shops / Floats as I pass them by, / But never a cup I quaff from, / And never a house have I.
Till dropped down forty fathoms, / I lie eternally; / And drink from God's own goblet / The green wine of the sea.