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Rh My quick wits working on their leaden brain,

Whereof the the issue oft turns gold for me!

O, held I the elixir, I would change The dull recurrence of the dawn, the day, The dusk, the darkness! In my universe A scarlet midnight and a purple noon Should scare the world at whiles; I'd have the sea Of Marischal, Tuberose, and Bergamot, A world of scent and colour, gems and light No order'd hours, no deliberate days. In time of waxing night, and failing sun, I'd shame with corn November's scarcity, And shed in summer intempestive snows To sprinkle roses oversunn'd of June!

Nay, it were foolish so to spend the spell. Believe me, child, you are too fanciful,