Interne

Apprentice to life and death,
Pin a gay flower on your coat!
It will not bruise the throat
That draws a tightened breath,
Or slow the quick pulse, fever rushed,
Or stir the dull heart, hushed.
It is harmless; it can do
No more than you
White coated, debonair,
So leave it there.
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