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On Heliodora's head the loveliest wreath Pales by the beauties that are seen beneath.



Now the white violet once more is here And the narcissus, lover of the rain; And lilies on the hills are come again. But there's a flower of flowers to lovers dear, More fragrant than them all, for like a rose Her opening charms doth Zenophil disclose. In vain, O fields! your beauties you display, All your gay smiling flowers you show in vain. Who once that lovely child meets by the way Nor heeds nor sees your wreathed charms again.