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Rh Nightshade lightly plucked unknowing,

Roses fondly twined with rue,

Harvestings of mine own sowing,

And from fields I never knew!

I have gained mid loss and capture

Strength not found in vanquishing,

Sharing oft the mounting rapture,

Trailing oft the broken wing;

Kindred with the sunlight streaming

Where nor dew nor rain-drop gleams,

With the parchèd desert dreaming

Incommunicable dreams,

Laid in cavern-bed at even,

Throned on rose-flushed Apennine—

Multitudinous earth and heaven,

Naught ye hold that is not mine!