O stagnant east-wind, palsied mare
Giddap! The ruby roses' hair
Must blow
Behold how order is the end
Of everything. The roses bend
As one
Order, the law of hoes and rakes
May be perceived in windy quakes
And squalls
The gardener searches earth and sky
The truth in nature to espy
In vain
He well might find that eager balm
In lilies' stately-statued calm;
But then
He well might find it in this fret
Of lilies rusted, rotting, wet
With Rain
Giddap! The ruby roses' hair
Must blow
Behold how order is the end
Of everything. The roses bend
As one
Order, the law of hoes and rakes
May be perceived in windy quakes
And squalls
The gardener searches earth and sky
The truth in nature to espy
In vain
He well might find that eager balm
In lilies' stately-statued calm;
But then
He well might find it in this fret
Of lilies rusted, rotting, wet
With Rain
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