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 172 POEMS.


 * XLVIII.


 * FRINGED GENTIAN.

OD made a little gentian;
 * It tried to be a rose

And failed, and all the summer laughed. But just before the snows There came a purple creature That ravished all the hill; And summer hid her forehead, And mockery was still. The frosts were her condition; The Tyrian would not come Until the North evoked it. "Creator! shall I bloom?"