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<p id="id00212" style="margin-top: 2em">The Jungle Flower</p>
<p id="id00213" style="margin-top: 2em">Ah, the cool silence of the shaded hours,<br/>
The scent and colour of the jungle flowers!<br/></p>
<p id="id00214">Thou art one of the jungle flowers, strange and fierce and fair,<br/>
Palest amber, perfect lines, and scented with champa flower.<br/>
Lie back and frame thy face in the gloom of thy loosened hair;<br/>
Sweet thou art and loved—ay, loved—for an hour.<br/></p>
<p id="id00215">But thought flies far, ah, far, to another breast,<br/>
Whose whiteness breaks to the rose of a twin pink flower,<br/>
Where wind the azure veins that my lips caressed<br/>
When Fate was gentle to me for a too-brief hour.<br/></p>
<p id="id00216">There is my spirit's home and my soul's abode,<br/>
The rest are only inns on the traveller's road.<br/></p>
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