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180 As if some little Arctic flower Upon the polar hem— Went wandering down the Latitudes Until it puzzled came To continents of summer— To firmaments of sun— To strange, bright crowds of flowers— And birds, of foreign tongue! I say, As if this little flower To Eden, wandered in— What then? Why nothing, Only, your inference therefrom!
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