Enringed of this mind's
Secret garden wall
Thought-blooms. But for whose obsessive
Upkeep one does live!
Unrelieved, except
Through the admiring
Of what each, girlish and gently
Through sigh upon sigh's
Imput, sways sunned there. Lovely
As a poppied spring.
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