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O MANDRAGORA many sing in praise	A
Of life and death and immortality	B
Of passion that goes famished all her days	A
Of Faith or fantasy	B
Thou all unpraised unsung I make this rhyme to thee	B
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The womby underworlds thy roots enclose	C
In human shape sprung from abhorrent seed	D
But when through crumbling roof the daylight shows	C
And thou my breast hast freed	D
Thou growest in the field as any flower or weed	D
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At many a cross road bare thy leaves protrude	E
Upon the brow of lonely moon blanched heath	F
And from a loathly breast thou draggest food	E
That moulders far beneath	F
Whereon a crazy moon stares out and bares her teeth	F
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And sometimes in the purblind face of morn	G
The stealthy hinds slink out to gather thee	B
Then shudder as thy shrieking roots are torn	G
And turn at last and flee	B
Leaving a slimy pulp that bleedeth suddenly	B
	-
Ah well thou mayest shriek for he who lies	H
In clotted earth with stones upon his breast	I
Feareth a victim who drags out his eyes	H
In vengeance deadliest	J
While to thy loosened feet his screaming mouth is pressed	I
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O mystic one thou hast a couch more dread	K
Than Isabella's Basil ever knew	L
Whose petals on gentle brow were fed	K
Whose leaves in fragrance grew	L
That Death in sorrowful amend made sweet with dew	L
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O Mandragora though thy features dwell	M
Beneath the earth in such ill company	B
Far sweeter than that plant to Isabel	M
Thy blossoms are to me	B
Thou Root of dreamless sleep take this in praise of thee	B
	-
Close thou Pandora's casket by whose aid	N
That goddess Discord queens the escap d woes	C
She had no power to hinder or dissuade	N
Yet Mandragora shows	C
A hope uncabined and a peace that conquers those	C
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From the Nepenthe doth her pitcher fill	O
That barters with the merchandise of grief	P
And for all suffering and every ill	O
Hath such a sweet relief	P
That sleep the haven seems and pain the voyage brief	P
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Thou thro' still gardens in the timorous Dusk	Q
When all the sky is purpled with the pain	R
Of dying Day dost walk and myrrh and musk	Q
Fall from thy misty train	R
And totter all about and are caught up again	S
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There the lulled world within the opiate blue	L
Forgets her long continued pain and falls	T
Into an easy sleep the winds pursue	L
Each other round the walls	T
A night bird cries then lists then then answers its own calls	T
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The moon exhalts her yellow Lily cup	U
Above the rainy evening goldenly	L
The wan tent of her beauty foldeth up	U
The frail Anemone	V
From whose white bosom spins the spent and touseled bee	B
	-
I would not proffer any highest god	W
Praise for the poor gift of eternity	B
When sin has sucked the honey from its rod	W
And reason bows the knee	B
And Fame beats out her torch what fire what feast for me	B
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When Sense is numb and Song forgets her chant	X
And beauty swells the ashes of the dead	K
And Love's denied white breast forgets to pant	X
Beneath some lovely head	K
What Life shall I desire when Love and Youth are fled	K
	-
O Mandragora when thy lips are laid	N
On other paling lips remember mine	Y
Beneath thy kiss all other kisses fade	N
Let Life herself resign	Y
Her breath upon thy lip her being unto thine	Y
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Then all in vain my golden trump declare	Z
No flickering lid shall Thracian music raise	A
And Pan in vain shall pipe his cunning air	Z
In secret woodland ways	A
My clos d lips shall sing my triumph and my praise	A
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O Mandragora we have pledged our vows	A2
And I will spill for thee my cup of wine	Y
Though poets few have woven for thy brows	A2
A coronet divine	Y
Give thy immortal gift these verses shall be thine	Y

Muriel Stuart

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