[by the same way that he sent his flowers, there is something that arrives in return - a small bundle of oleander, still fresh and deadly, with a card attached.]
I could a tale unfold whose lightest word Would harrow up thy soul, freeze thy young blood, Make thy two eyes, like stars, start from their spheres, Thy knotted and combinèd locks to part And each particular hair to stand on end, Like quills upon the fearful porpentine.
[on the reverse of the card is a simple, amateur sketch of a rabbit.]
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I could a tale unfold whose lightest word
Would harrow up thy soul, freeze thy young blood,
Make thy two eyes, like stars, start from their spheres,
Thy knotted and combinèd locks to part
And each particular hair to stand on end,
Like quills upon the fearful porpentine.
[on the reverse of the card is a simple, amateur sketch of a rabbit.]