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The violets their soft, dark lashes part, While robins serenade them far and near; But the anemone, with ebon heart And blood-shot eyes, pretends she does not hear.

The violets invite the nightingale Whose carols fall in dew upon their bed; But the hydrangea, as saffron pale, Holds high above the wall her nodding head.