Pull droopingly, in slanting curve aside
Their scantily-leaved and finely tapering stems.
Here are sweet peas, on tip-toe for a flight
With wings of gentle flush o’er delicate white,
And taper finger catching at all things
To bind them all with tiny rings;
Where swarms of minnow show the little heads
Staying their wavy bodies against the stream.
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