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*: Whats the matter, / That this distemperd messenger of wet, / The many-colourd Iris, rounds thine eye?

*: Persia tells Iris she is named for something special: the iris of the eye. "I thought I was named for a flower," Iris says, disappointed. "An iris is a flower, of course," Persia says, smiling, "but its this other, too. Our secret. The iris of the eye." "The eye?" Persia snaps her fingers in Iriss eyes. The gesture is so rude and unexpected, Iris will remember it all her life. After this disclosure, Iris doesnt know whether she likes her name any more.

*: Whats the matter, / That this distemperd messenger of wet, / The many-colourd Iris, rounds thine eye?

*: Persia tells Iris she is named for something special: the iris of the eye. "I thought I was named for a flower," Iris says, disappointed. "An iris is a flower, of course," Persia says, smiling, "but its this other, too. Our secret. The iris of the eye." "The eye?" Persia snaps her fingers in Iriss eyes. The gesture is so rude and unexpected, Iris will remember it all her life. After this disclosure, Iris doesnt know whether she likes her name any more.

*: Whats the matter, / That this distemperd messenger of wet, / The many-colourd Iris, rounds thine eye?

*: Persia tells Iris she is named for something special: the iris of the eye. "I thought I was named for a flower," Iris says, disappointed. "An iris is a flower, of course," Persia says, smiling, "but its this other, too. Our secret. The iris of the eye." "The eye?" Persia snaps her fingers in Iriss eyes. The gesture is so rude and unexpected, Iris will remember it all her life. After this disclosure, Iris doesnt know whether she likes her name any more.

*: Whats the matter, / That this distemperd messenger of wet, / The many-colourd Iris, rounds thine eye?

*: Persia tells Iris she is named for something special: the iris of the eye. "I thought I was named for a flower," Iris says, disappointed. "An iris is a flower, of course," Persia says, smiling, "but its this other, too. Our secret. The iris of the eye." "The eye?" Persia snaps her fingers in Iriss eyes. The gesture is so rude and unexpected, Iris will remember it all her life. After this disclosure, Iris doesnt know whether she likes her name any more.

*: Breezes blowing from beds of iris quickened her breath with their perfume; she saw the tufted lilacs sway in the wind, and the streamers of mauve-tinted wistaria swinging, all a-glisten with golden bees; she saw a crimson cardinal winging through the foliage, and amorous tanagers flashing like scarlet flames athwart the pines.

*: Breezes blowing from beds of iris quickened her breath with their perfume; she saw the tufted lilacs sway in the wind, and the streamers of mauve-tinted wistaria swinging, all a-glisten with golden bees; she saw a crimson cardinal winging through the foliage, and amorous tanagers flashing like scarlet flames athwart the pines.

*: Breezes blowing from beds of iris quickened her breath with their perfume; she saw the tufted lilacs sway in the wind, and the streamers of mauve-tinted wistaria swinging, all a-glisten with golden bees; she saw a crimson cardinal winging through the foliage, and amorous tanagers flashing like scarlet flames athwart the pines.

*: Breezes blowing from beds of iris quickened her breath with their perfume; she saw the tufted lilacs sway in the wind, and the streamers of mauve-tinted wistaria swinging, all a-glisten with golden bees; she saw a crimson cardinal winging through the foliage, and amorous tanagers flashing like scarlet flames athwart the pines.

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