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 186 POEMS.


 * V.

ORNS like these we parted;
 * Noons like these she rose,

Fluttering first, then firmer, To her fair repose.

Never did she lisp it, And't was not for me; She was mute from transport, I, from agony!

Till the evening, nearing, One the shutters drew — Quick! a sharper rustling! And this linnet flew!