From Emily:
How happy is the little stone!
Anemone and bell
Propounded but a single term--
Pink, small and punctual.
You cannot put a fire out--
New periods of pain.
Earth would have been too much, I see--
With badinage divine
Yet never, in extremity
Enacted upon Earth--
A precious, mould’ring pleasure ‘tis.
Remain thou as thou art!
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