The Force That Through The Green Fuse Drives The Flower
The force that through the green fuse drives the
Drives my green age; that blasts the roots of
Is my destroyer
And I am dumb to tell the crooked
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The force that through the green fuse drives the
Drives my green age; that blasts the roots of
Is my destroyer
And I am dumb to tell the crooked
If, in an odd angle of the hutment,
A puppy laps the water from a
Of flowers, and the drunk sergeant
Whistles O Paradiso