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Pansy, or Heart’s-Ease. 
“———— Pray you, love, remember, 
There ’s pansies, — that ’s for thoughts.” 
SHAKSPEARE. 
THINK OF ME. 
Go, where the water glideth gentle ever, — 
Glideth by meadows that the greenest be ; 
Go, listen to our own beloved river, 
And think of me. 
Wander in forests, where the small flower layeth 
lis fairy gem beside the giant tree ; 
‘List to the dim brook pining, while it playeth, 
And think of me. 
‘Watch when the sky is silver pale at even, 
Go out beneath the solitary heaven, 
And think of me. 
And when the Moon riseth, as she was dreaming, 
And treadeth with white feet the lulled sea; 
Go, silent as a star beneath her beaming, 
And think of me. 

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