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Rh &emsp;Some eyed flower whose young leaves waken On an unimagined world: &emsp;Constellated suns unshaken, Orbits measureless, are furled &emsp;In that frail and fading sphere, &emsp;With ten millions gathered there, &emsp;To tremble, gleam, and disappear.