But now, we see none here. 

 Whose silvery feet did tread. 



And with dishevelled hair 

 Adorned this smoother mead. 



Like unthrifts, having spent 

 Your stock, and needy grown, 



Ye 're left here to lament 

 Your poor estates, alone. 



HERRICK 



COME INTO THE GARDEN, MAUD 



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OME into the garden, Maud, 



For the black bat, night, has flown, 



Come into the garden, Maud, 

 I am here at the gate alone ; 



And the woodbine spices are wafted abroad, 

 And the musk of the rose is blown. 



For a breeze of morning moves. 

 And the planet of Love is on high. 



Beginning to faint in the light that she loves 

 On a bed of daffodil sky, 



To faint in the Ught of the sun she loves. 

 To faint in his light, and to die. 



All night have the roses heard 



The flute, violin, bassoon ; 

 All night has the casement jessamine stirr'd 



To the dancers dancing in tune ; 

 Till a silence fell with the waking bird. 



And a hush with the setting moon. 



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