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make her come and tell her about her cousins the 
Convallarias, who lived out in the fields; and then 
she sighed, and said if she were at home in her own 
dear England, she too should be out in the fields 
under the majestic oaks. “ Never,” she murmured, 
“ shall I forget the last night I stood upon 
“ The bank whereon the wild-thyme blows, 
Where ox-lips and the nodding violet grows, 
Quite overcanopied with lush woodbine, 
With sweet musk-roses and with eglantine.” 
“ The nightingales made music from their ‘ fiery 
hearts the stock dove 
“ Sang of love and quiet blending, 
Slow to begin, but never ending.” 
Titania, Queen of fairies, called all her train that 
evening to sport in the bright moonlight— 
“ And lo! 
Appeared the loyal Fays ! Some by degrees 
Crept from the primrose buds that opened there, 
And some from bell-shaped blossoms, like the bees, 
Some from the dewy meads and rushy leas 
Flew up like chafers when the rustics pass ; 
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