One to savour, sturdy stood;
Storm-facing, wee posed!
Braver, not showing! When this much
Of it in my favour is
Allowed to be exposed
Shakes out in what's plump smiled for
Love's fruitful outcome.
Like this, hangs a lone street walk o'er
For her choice shook for tree in
The Santa Rose plum.
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