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  Lines to a Nasturtium (A Lover Muses) Perfume Oil

  Anne Spencer
  
  Flame-flower, Day-torch, Mauna Loa,
  I saw a daring bee, today, pause, and soar,
  Into your flaming heart;
  Then did I hear crisp, crinkled laughter
  As the furies after tore him apart?
  A bird, next, small and humming,
  Looked into your startled depths and fled…
  Surely, some dread sight, and dafter
  Than human eyes as mine can see,
  Set the stricken air waves drumming
  In his flight.
   
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  I cannot see, I cannot hear your flutey;
  Voice lure your loving swain,
  But I know one other to whom you are in beauty
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  Her eyes a rising star,
  Motions gracious as reeds by Babylon, bar
  All your competing;
  Hands like, how like, brown lilies sweet,
  Cloth of gold were fair enough to touch her feet.
  Ah, how the sense reels at my repeating,
  As once in her fire-lit heart I felt the furies
  Beating, beating.
   
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