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**** your Balm—and its Odors bless you—
Bare your Jessamine—to the storm—
And she will fling her maddest perfume—
Haply—your Summer night to Charm—

Stab the Bird—that built in your *****—
Oh, could you catch her last Refrain—
Bubble! “forgive”—”Some better”—Bubble!
“Carol for Him—when I am gone”!