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Fiven now what affections the violet awakes! 
What loved little islands, twice seen in the 
lakes, 
Can the wild water-lily restore! 
What landscapes I read in the primrose’s looks, 
And what pictures of pebbled and minnowy 
brooks, 
In the vetches that tangled their shore ! 
Earth’s cultureless buds, to my heart ye were 
dear, 
Ere the fever of passion, or ague of fear, 
Had scathed my existence’s bloom ; 
Once I welcome you more, in life’s passionlesa 
stage, 
With the visions of youth to revisit my age, 
And I wish you to grow on my tomb. 

