Ode for a Dying Plant

Come hither, come hither! Bring thy fountain fast!
My leaves are limp and yellow.  Days have passed
Since your sweet smile fell and drops too fell
And made the dry dusty solid soil swell.

Come hither, come hither!  What fate delays the rain?
The clay prison walls close in – my roots in pain
Pray for some relief.  Where is the young girl
Who wouldst make my leaves unfurl?

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