It was the time when Ouse display'd 

 His lilies newly blown ; 

 Their beauties I intent survey'd, 

 And one I wish'd my own. 



With cane extended far I sought 



To steer it close to land ; 



But still the prize, though nearly caught, 



Escaped my eager hand. 



Beau mark'd my unsuccessful pains 

 With fix'd considerate face, 

 And puzzling set his puppy brains 

 To comprehend the case. 



But with a cherup clear and strong, 

 Dispersing all his dream, 

 I thence withdrew, and follow'd long 

 The windings of the stream. 



My ramble ended, I return'd ; 

 Beau, trotting far before, 

 The floating wreath again discern'd, 

 And plunging, left the shore. 



I saw him with that lily cropp'd 

 Impatient swim to meet 

 My quick approach, and soon he dropp'd 

 The treasure at my feet. 



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