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Pranks with bright blue the tissue wove 
Of verdant foliage ; and above, 
With miik-white flowers, whence soon shallaw 
Rich fruitage, to the taste and smell 
Pleasant alike, the strawberry weaves 
Its coronets of three-fold leaves, 
in mazes through the sloping wood. 
Nor wants there in her dreamy mood, 
What fancy’s sportiveness may think 
A cup, whence midnight elves might drink 
Delicious drops of nectar’d dew, 
While they their fairy sports pursue, 
And on HS fount or rill— 
The streak’d and chequer’d daffodil. 
Nor wants there many a flower beside, 
On holt, and hill, and meadow pied ; 
With pale green gloom the upright box, 
And woodland crowfoot’s golden locks; 
And yellow cinquefoil’s hairy trail ; 
And saxifrage with peta! pale; 
And purnile bilberry’s globelike head ; 
And cranberry’s bells of rosy red; 
And creeping groundsel blue and bright; - 
And eranesbill’s streaks of red and w stile, 
On purple with soft leaves of down, 
And golden tulip’s turban’d crown, 
Sweet scented on its bending stem; 


And bright-eyed star of Bet hlenem : 
With those, the firstlings 
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of their kind 
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