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The Mushroom..

The Mushroom..

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The Mushroom is the Elf of Plants -

At Evening, it is not

At Morning, in a Truffled Hut

It stop upon a Spot

As if it tarried always

And yet it's whole Career

Is shorter than a Snake's Delay -

And fleeter than a Tare -

'Tis Vegetation's Juggler -

The Germ of Alibi -

Doth like a Bubble antedate

And like a Bubble, hie -

I feel as if the Grass was pleased

To have it intermit -

This surreptitious Scion

Of Summer's circumspect.

Had Nature any supple Face

Or could she one contemn -

Had Nature an Apostate -

That Mushroom - it is Him! 


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