rOETUY OF FLOWERS. 
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Dwells ever in the honey’d lime above ; 
Bring me one pearly flower 
Of all its clustering shower— 
For on that spot we first revealed our love. 
Gather one woodbine bough, 
Then from the lattice low 
Of the bowered cottage which I bade thee mark, 
When by the hamlet last, 
Through dim wood-lanes we pass’d. 
While dews were glancing to the glow-worm’s 
spark: 
Haste ! to my pillow bear 
Those fragrant things and fair, 
Thy hand no more may bind them up at eve— 
Yet shall their odours soft 
One bright dream round me waft 
Of life, youth, summer—all that I must leave; 
And oh! if thou wouldst ask 
Wherefore thy steps I task. 
The grove, the stream, the hamlet vale to trace— 
’Tis that some thought of me, 
When I am gone, may be 
The spirit bound to each familiar place. 
I bid mine image dwell 
(Oh ! break not thou the spell!) 
In the deep wood and by the fountain side * 
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