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Grace Hazard Conkling

Oh, cut me reeds to blow upon,
 Or gather me a star,
But leave the sultry passion-flowers
 Growing where they are.
I fear their sombre yellow deeps,
 Their whirling fringe of black,
And he who gives a passion-flower
 Always asks it back.

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