'Go forth, and multiply'.
Addressed to Man alone!
What did, boom-clear, and helpless o'erheard
Through a sunburst intone!
By what is numberless
Where their own seed is spread
Shown up. Smiley winking in the breeze.
Like the first wildflower.
Who could slash to quell such assured cheek?
None of us is fairer!
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