To The Blooming Tree I Saw

it is addressed thusly:
An ode.

it reads:
Drapes about like doilies of expensive Victorian lace
Adorned like Persian ladies, and a picture of their grace;
Four-pointed flowers clear and white make your May-month clothes
But how to find out what you are - it seems that no-one knows!

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