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I know how softly bright, Steeped in that tender light, The water-lilies tremble there, e'en now; Go to the pure stream's edge, And, from its whispering sedge, Bring me those flowers, to cool my fevered brow.

Then,—as in Hope's young days,— Track thou the antique maze Of the rich garden, to its grassy mound; There is a lone white rose, Shedding, in sudden snows, Its faint leaves o'er the emerald turf around!

Well know'st thou that fair tree! —A murmur of the bee Dwells, ever, in the honied lime above; Bring me one pearly flower, Of all its clustering shower,— For, on that spot we first revealed our love!

Gather one woodbine bough, Then, from the lattice low Of the bowered cottage which I bade thee mark, When, by the hamlet, last, Through dim wood-lanes, we passed, Where dews were glancing to the glow-worm's spark.

Haste! to my pillow bear Those fragrant things, and fair;— My hand no more may bind them up at eve;