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 But the tall mad flower whose head is crowned With the long lax petals that fall and flap Like the ears of a fool's bell-cap, He stood higher than all on the fameless mound; And nodded his head to each passing sound, Darting this way and that, as in sport to trap Each laugh of the winds around.

JOHN CAMDEN HOTTEN, 74 & 75, PICCADILLY, LONDON.