Two-fold

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How gorgeous that shock of red lilies, and larkspur
    cleaving
All with a flash of blue!—when will she be leaving
Her room, where the night still hangs like a half-
    folded bat,
And passion unbearable seethes in the darkness, like
    must in a vat.
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