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CELANDINE. 
Thou hast now, go where I may. 
Fifty greetings in a day. 
Ere a leaf is on a bush. 
In the time before the thrush 
Has a thought about its nest, 
Thou wilt come with half a call, 
Spreading out thy glossy breast 
Like a careless prodigal; 
Telling tales about the sun, 
When we’ve little warmth or none. 
Poets, vain men in their mood ! 
Travel with the multitude : 
Never heed them; I aver. 
That they all are wanton wooers; 
But the thrifty cottager, 
Who stirs little out of doors, 
Joys to spy thee near her home; 
Spring is coming, thou art come ! 
Comfort have thou of thy merit. 
Kindly, unassuming spirit! 
Careless of thy neighbourhood. 
Thou dost show thy pleasant face 
On the moor, and in the wood. 
In the lane—there’s not a place. 
Howsoever mean it be. 
But ’tis good enough for thee. 
