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Up and down the heavens they go, 
Men that keep a mighty rout ; 
I’m as great as they, I trow, 
Since the day I found thee out, 
Little lower—I’ll make a stir 
Like a sage astronomer. 
Modest, yet withal an elf, 
Bold, and lavish of thyself ; 
Since we needs must first have met 
I have seen thee, high and low, 
Thirty years or more and yet, 
"T'was a face I did not know ; 
Thou hast now, go where | may, 
Fifty greetings in a day. 
Hre a leaf is on a bush, 
In the time before the thrush 
Has a thought about her nest, 
Thou wilt come with half a call, 
Spreading out thy glossy breast 
Like a careless Prodigal ; 
Telling tales about the sun 
When we’ve little warmth or none. 
Poets, vain men in their mood, 
Travel with the multitude : 
Never heed them : I aver 
That they all are wanton wooers; 
But the thrifty cottager, 
Who stirs little out of doors, 
Joys to spy thee near her home : 
Spring is coming ; thou art come ; 

