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| PATIENCE, little Heart. | |
| One day a heavy, June-hot woman | |
| Will enter and shut the door to stay. | |
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| And when your stifling heart would summon | |
| Cool, lonely night, her roused breasts will keep the night at bay, | 5 |
| Sitting in your room like two tiger-lilies | |
| Flaming on after sunset, | |
| Destroying the cool, lonely night with the glow of their hot twilight; | |
| There in the morning, still, while the fierce strange scent comes yet | |
| Stronger, hot and red; till you thirst for the daffodillies | 10 |
| With an anguished, husky thirst that you cannot assuage, | |
| When the daffodillies are dead, and a woman of the dog-days holds you in gage. | |
| Patience, little Heart. | |
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