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Among the loose and arid sands The humble Arenaria creeps; Slowly the purple star expands, But soon within its calyx sleeps.

And those small bells so lightly ray'd    With young Aurora's rosy hue, Are to the noon-tide Sun display'd, But shut their plaits against the dew.

On upland slopes the shepherds mark The hour, when as the dial true, Cichorium to the towering Lark, Lifts her soft eyes, serenely blue.