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But, as his motto was, "Nil desperandum," Bade her hope better fortune for to-morrow; Then from the fatal spot afar, they sought A safer shelter, having bought Experience, which is always rather dear; And very near A grassy headland, in a field of wheat, They fix'd, with cautious care, their second seat— But this took time; May was already past, The white thorn had her silver blossoms cast, And there the Nightingale, to lovely June, Her last farewell had sung; No longer reign'd July's intemperate noon, And high in heaven the reaper's moon, A little crescent hung, Ere from their shells appear'd the plumeless young.