Sweet Flora goddess of the scented hours

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This tender goddess of all daintiness,

And Iris now recalls the languid boy;

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And now again the amorous sire of Orpheus,

What though the Thracian queen may bide but ill,

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The Dream hath kindled to a gorgeous hue,

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Then hath he risen from his joyless bed,

A blossom opening to the morning sun,

In strong white arms her being is remolded,

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A TOAST

A TOAST

To R. G. B.

And the bubbles that flash to the brim,

And the ruby is sparkling with them.

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