Jealousy

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Jealousy

The violets their soft, dark lashes part,

While robins serenade them far and near;

But the anemone, with ebon heart

And blood-shot eyes, pretends she does not hear.

The violets invite the nightingale

Whose carols fall in dew upon their bed;

But the hydrangea, as saffron pale,

Holds high above the wall her nodding head.