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 Reflective Love, that to the thing approved Transforms the approver;—this for thee I seek, That the base world, regarding thee beloved, May grow as thou art, lovely, pure and meek.

And such the love which thou I know must own, Seen only—but conceived of—yet to be Thy mere apparitor—but to bear thy crown, Alas! is all too excellent for me.

spreads out his store to dry; Row and row the green leaves in a seemly order lie; The open shore invites him, row and row he spreads them there, Binding neatly into bundles, as they answer to the air. To-day's are fat and scentless, to-day's are green with dew; Yesterday's are shrunk and brown, but the scent is creeping through.