SPIREA. 



A ROCKY path winds slowly down 

 Hard by the steep ravine below; 



The ferns are green beside the ledge, 

 And light along its broken edge 

 The scattered daisies grow. 



And yet she follows every turn 



With spires of closely clustered bloom, 

 And all the wildness of the place, 

 The narrow pass, the rugged ways, 



But give her larger room. 



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