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our cottage you have seen

Two oaks that spread their branches green,

Their verdant heads uprear:

But have you seen, those trees between,

A maid, with eyes of dazzling sheen,

Waxing in beauty there?

boy!—such dreams dismiss—

List to my counsel—list—though this

Is counsel hard to bear—

Love's poison is—the bane of bliss—

There's canker in its sweetest kiss,

And paleness and despair.