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 HILD, do you love the flower
 * Ashine with colour and dew

Lighting its transient hour?
 * So I love you.

The lambs in the mead are at play,
 * 'Neath a hurdle the shepherd's asleep;

From height to height of the day
 * The sunbeams sweep.

Evening will come. And alone
 * The dreamer the dark will beguile;

All the world will be gone
 * For a dream's brief while.

Then I shall be old; and away:
 * And you, with sad joy in your eyes,

Will brood over children at play
 * With as loveful surmise.