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Thou blossom! bright with autumn dew,
And colour's with the heaven's own blue,
That openest when the read more
Thou blossom! bright with autumn dew,
And colour's with the heaven's own blue,
That openest when the quiet light
Succeeds the keen and frosty night.
Blue thou art, intensely blue;
Flower, whence came thy dazzling hue?
Blue thou art, intensely blue;
Flower, whence came thy dazzling hue?
And the blue gentian-flower, that, in the breeze,
Nods lonely, of her beauteous race the last.
And the blue gentian-flower, that, in the breeze,
Nods lonely, of her beauteous race the last.