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ANEMONE. 
Where hast thou been since last 
The wanton air 
Was roving through thy chambers fair 1 
Did elfin troop then close them fast. 
And have the while, in revels past, 
Pavilioned there ? 
Or hast thou been in quest 
Of summer spot 
To dwell upon, yet found it not 1 
Or here to strip thy beauteous vest. 
And lay thee down like death to rest, 
Hath been thy lot! 
Welcome ! for drear the glade 
Has been to me. 
And all the flow’rets withered be 
Young life had reared in sun and shade. 
They spring no more, though they do fade 
And die like thee. 
Yet though this be the doom 
Of earthly flower, 
And earthly hopes may feel its power. 
Still hopes are left that mock the tomb. 
And nurture here the strength to bloom 
In heavenly bower. 
