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Upon my desk a single spray, / With starry blossoms fraught.
I write in many an idle way, / Thinking one serious thought.
"O flowers, a fine Greek name ye bear, / And with a fine Greek grace." / Be still, O heart, that turns to share / The sunshine of a face.
"Have ye no messages -- no brief, / Still sign: 'Despair', or 'Hope'?" / A sudden stir of stem and leaf -- / A breath of heliotrope!