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And passing by these whisp’rers, I 
Yet farther might have gone 
But that within an oriel sat 
A Ladye—only one. 
A wreath of roses lay flung by 
Her feet, upon the floor, 
And choicer buds, whose smell, I ween. 
And loveliness were ’er. 
She did not hear my coming stej). 
And I might watch her take 
Flowers from her bosom,—happy they 
Who such a home might make! 
She took a drooping cluster thence 
Not rich and rai'e like those 
Which, spurned, were lying at her feet. 
But such as nature shows, 
And spreads with lavish hand 
O’er bank and moor and field; 
No cultured gai'den’s glittering wealth 
Those treasured ones did yield. 
Oh, joy! they were the same I gave ! 
I saw her kiss them o’er — 
I saw her place them whence they came. 
And I was mute no more. 
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