A flower was offered to me,
Such a flower as May never bore;
But I said 'I've a pretty rose tree,'
...
O Rose, thou art sick!
The invisible worm
That flies in the night,
In the howling storm,
...
I rose up at the dawn of day--
`Get thee away! get thee away!
Pray'st thou for riches? Away! away!
This is the Throne of Mammon grey.'
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