Cyclamen

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    Thus saying, from her side the fatal Key,

    Sad instrument of all our woe, she took;

    And towards the Gate rouling her bestial train,

    Forthwith the huge Porcullis high up drew,

    Which but her self not all the Stygian powers

    Could once have mov’d; then in the key-hole turns

    Th’ intricate wards, and every Bolt and Bar

    Of massie Iron or sollid Rock with ease

    Unfast’ns: on a sudden op’n flie

    With impetuous recoile and jarring sound

    Th’ infernal dores, and on thir hinges great

    Harsh Thunder, that the lowest bottom shook

    Of Erebus. She op’nd, but to shut

    Excel’d her power; the Gates wide op’n stood,

    That with extended wings a Bannerd Host

    Under spread Ensigns marching might pass through

    With Horse and Chariots rankt in loose array;

    So wide they stood, and like a Furnace mouth

    Cast forth redounding smoak and ruddy flame.

    Before thir eyes in sudden view appear

    The secrets of the hoarie deep, a dark

    Illimitable Ocean without bound,

    Without dimension, where length, breadth, and highth,

    And time and place are lost; where eldest Night

    And Chaos, Ancestors of Nature, hold

    Eternal Anarchie, amidst the noise

    Of endless warrs and by confusion stand.

     

    Solace in darkness, the personification of shadow: lavender, black vanilla, white melon, night-blooming jasmine, rose, cedar, cyclamen, violet, and hyacinth.

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