But none ever trembled and panted with bliss
In the garden, the field, and the wilderness,
Like a doe in the noontide with love’s sweet want,
As the companionless Sensitive Plant.
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The snowdrop, and then the violet,
But none ever trembled and panted with bliss
In the garden, the field, and the wilderness,
Like a doe in the noontide with love’s sweet want,
As the companionless Sensitive Plant.
The snowdrop, and then the violet,