Rhubarb
Kermes crushed to yield the dye;
A warming colour of pinkish hue
But a finer harvest can be made
To delight the eyes and taste buds too
Fine in trifles, crumbles and tarts
Shared after summer walks
Or in the depth of winters cold
We'll devour our crimson stalks
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