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The mushroom is the elf of plants, / At evening it is not; / At morning in a truffled hut / It stops upon a spot
As if it tarried always; / And yet its whole career / Is shorter than a snake's delay, / And fleeter than a tare.
'T is vegetation's juggler, / The germ of alibi; / Doth like a bubble antedate, / And like a bubble hie.
I feel as if the grass were pleased / To have it intermit; / The surreptitious scion / Of summer's circumspect.
Had nature any outcast face, / Could she a son contemn, / Had nature an Iscariot, / That mushroom, -- it is him.