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airer than Enna's field when Ceres sowsThe stars of hyacinth and puts off grief,Fairer than petals on May morning blownThrough apple-orchards where the sun hath shedHis brighter petals down to make them fair;Fairer than these the Poppy-crowned One flees,And Joy goes weeping in her scarlet train.
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