Sown in a green and shady bed
A modest Iris grew
Stalk bent, it hung its head
As if to hide from view

And yet it was a lovely flower
Colours bright and fair
It may have graced a lady's bower
Instead of fading there

Rising atop, content to bloom
In modest hues arrayed
And there diffused a sweet perfume
Within the silent shade

Juliem
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