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  • I plucked a honeysuckle where The hedge on high is quick with thorn, And climbing for the prize, was torn, And fouled my feet in quag-water; And by the thorns and by the wind The blossom that I took was thinn'd, And yet I found it sweet and fair.

    Dante Gabriel Rossetti, Clive Wilmer (2014). “Selected Poems”, p.91, Routledge