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I THE FLOWER'S NAME	A
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Here's the garden she walked across	B
Arm in my arm such a short while since	C
Hark now I push its wicket the moss	B
Hinders the hinges and makes them wince	C
She must have reached this shrub ere she turned	D
As back with that murmur the wicket swung	E
For she laid the poor snail my chance foot spurned	D
To feed and forget it the leaves among	E
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II	F
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Down this side ofthe gravel walk	G
She went while her rope's edge brushed the box	H
And here she paused in her gracious talk	G
To point me a moth on the milk white phlox	H
Roses ranged in valiant row	I
I will never think that she passed you by	J
She loves you noble roses I know	I
But yonder see where the rock plants lie	J
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III	F
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This flower she stopped at finger on lip	K
Stooped over in doubt as settling its claim	A
Till she gave me with pride to make no slip	K
Its soft meandering Spanish name	A
What a name Was it love or praise	H
Speech half asleep or song half awake	L
I must learn Spanish one of these days	H
Only for that slow sweet name's sake	L
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IV	M
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Roses if I live and do well	N
I may bring her one of these days	H
To fix you fast with as fine a spell	N
Fit you each with his Spanish phrase	H
But do not detain me now for she lingers	H
There like sunshine over the ground	O
And ever I see her soft white fingers	H
Searching after the bud she found	O
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V	M
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Flower you Spaniard look that you grow not	P
Stay as you are and be loved for ever	Q
Bud if I kiss you 'tis that you blow not	P
Mind the shut pink mouth opens never	Q
For while it pouts her fingers wrestle	R
Twinkling the audacious leaves between	S
Till round they turn and down they nestle	R
Is not the dear mark still to be seen	S
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VI	M
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Where I find her not beauties vanish	T
Whither I follow ber beauties flee	M
Is there no method to tell her in Spanish	T
June's twice June since she breathed it with me	M
Come bud show me the least of her traces	H
Treasure my lady's lightest footfall	U
Ah you may flout and turn up your faces	H
Roses you are not so fair after all	U
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II SIBRANDUS SCHAFNABURGENSIS	H
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Plague take all your pedants say I	M
He who wrote what I hold in my hand	V
Centuries back was so good as to die	M
Leaving this rubbish to cumber the land	V
This that was a book in its time	W
Printed on paper and bound in leather	Q
Last month in the white of a matin prime	W
Just when the birds sang all together	Q
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II	M
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Into the garden I brought it to read	X
And under the arbute and laurustine	S
Read it so help me grace in my need	Y
From title page to closing line	S
Chapter on chapter did I count	Z
As a curious traveller counts Stonehenge	A2
Added up the mortal amount	Z
And then proceeded to my revenge	A2
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III	M
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Yonder's a plum tree with a crevice	H
An owl would build in were he but sage	B2
For a lap of moss like a fine pont levis	H
In a castle of the Middle Age	B2
Joins to a lip of gum pure amber	Q
When he'd be private there might he spend	C2
Hours alone in his lady's chamber	Q
Into this crevice I dropped our friend	C2
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IV	M
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Splash went he as under he ducked	D2
At the bottom I knew rain drippings stagnate	E2
Next a handful of blossoms I plucked	D2
To bury him with my bookshelf's magnate	F2
Then I went in doors brought out a loaf	M
Half a cheese and a bottle of Chablis	H
Lay on the grass and forgot the oaf	M
Over a jolly chapter of Rabelais	H
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V	M
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Now this morning betwixt the moss	H
And gum that locked our friend in limbo	I
A spider had spun his web across	H
And sat in the midst with arms akimbo	I
So I took pity for learning's sake	L
And de profundis accentibus ltis	H
Cantate quoth I as I got a rake	L
And up I fished his delectable treatise	H
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VI	M
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Here you have it dry in the sun	S
With all the binding all of a blister	Q
And great blue spots where the ink has run	S
And reddish streaks that wink and glister	Q
O'er the page so beautifully yellow	I
Oh well have the droppings played their tricks	H
Did he guess how toadstools grow this fellow	I
Here's one stuck in his chapter six	H
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VII	M
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How did he like it when the live creatures	H
Tickled and toused and browsed him all over	Q
And worm slug eft with serious features	H
Came in each one for his right of trover	Q
When the water beetle with great blind deaf face	H
Made of her eggs the stately deposit	G2
And the newt borrowed just so much of the preface	H
As tiled in the top of his black wife's closet	F2
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VIII	M
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All that life and fun and romping	H2
All that frisking and twisting and coupling	H2
While slowly our poor friend's leaves were swamping	H2
And clasps were cracking and covers suppling	H2
As if you bad carried sour John Knox	H
To the play house at Paris Vienna or Munich	I2
Fastened him into a front row box	H
And danced off the ballet with trousers and tunic	I2
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IX	H
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Come old martyr What torment enough is it	G2
Back to my room shall you take your sweet self	M
Good bye mother beetle husband eft sufficit	G2
See the snug niche I have made on my shelf	M
A 's book shall prop you up B 's shall cover you	J2
Here's C to be grave with or D to be gay	H2
And with E on each side and F right over you	J2
Dry rot at ease till the Judgment day	H2

Robert Browning

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