Plant no poppy (he said)<?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /> No frail lily sublime, for in war’s famine-time thou’lt need but corn for bread. Hoard no jewel (he cried) no dazzling labored gem: thou’lt be forced to sell them for steel, so now decide. Set no flower in thy word (he besought, but none heard) cut no flash to thy wit, if thou must disown it when seest thou sorrow’s sword. |
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