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Second Series

    My nosegays are for captives;
       Dim, long-expectant eyes,
    Fingers denied the plucking,
       Patient till paradise,
    To such, if they should whisper
       Of morning and the moor,
    They bear no other errand,
       And I, no other prayer.

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