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 152 POEMS.

XIV. UNWARNED.

""~P IS sunrise, little maid, hast thou

-*- No station in the day?
 * T was not thy wont to hinder so,

Retrieve thine industry.

T is noon, my little maid, alas !

And art thou sleeping yet ? The lily waiting to be wed,

The bee, dost thou forget?

My little maid, 't is night ; alas,

That night should be to thee Instead of morning ! Hadst thou broached

Thy little plan to me, Dissuade thee if I could not, sweet,

I might have aided thee.

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