You interchange,
     You death in the game!
     Now I gather you up,
     Now I put you back
     Like a poppy in its cup.
     And so, you are a maid
     Again, my darling, but new,
     Unafraid.
     My love, my blossom, a child
     Almost! The flower in the bud
     Again, undefiled.
     And yet, a woman, knowing
     All, good, evil, both
     In one blossom blowing.

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