THUMB-NAIL BIOGRAPHY
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DISEASE has profited Her soul, that now can shake From it the flower that is dead; Scatter old ache From her identity; Distilling in each vein Mature and steady ecstasy Of blood and brain. As delicate knobs of bloom Beneath electric light Accelerate their constant doom In the false Bright, Her dim corolla-love, Believing there was sun, Received too early shivering proof Of corruption. Nourished by any rain, Blest in whatever spring, Her seed will not be stirred again With blossoming; Whose incorruptible stem Persists by growth, and stands Lovely ... impregnable to limb, Eyes, hands....