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Robert Browning

you do not know my face,
as if I’m a flower, blind,
my petals pursed; so, here and there
your lips brush, till I grow aware
of want and burst wide open.

—  Robert Browning, from “In a Gondola,” The Oxford book of English verse, 1250–1900. Edited by A. T. Quiller-Couch. Oxford: Clarendon, 1919, [c1901]

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