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| God made a little Gentian — |
| It tried — to be a Rose — |
| And failed — and all the Summer laughed — |
| But just before the Snows |
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| 5 | There rose a Purple Creature — |
| That ravished all the Hill — |
| And Summer hid her Forehead — |
| And Mockery — was still — |
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| The Frosts were her condition — |
| 10 | The Tyrian would not come |
| Until the North — invoke it — |
| Creator — Shall I — bloom? |