Gangly stems on damp clay-ey verge, sun-bleached smocks like a milky surge of many small flowers, lilac-pale; Milk-maids wave in a soggy vale. Lower leaf-stalks with leaflets rounded,
A goblin found an elixir, and drank it in a trice; – it changed his spiteful core, and made him really rather nice. Unshakeable his knowledge now that he would truly never