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 * Nor any drooping flower
 * Held sacred for thy bower,
 * Wherever he may sport himself and play,


 * "To Sorrow,
 * I bade good morrow,
 * And thought to leave her far away behind;
 * But cheerly, cheerly.
 * She loves me dearly;
 * She is so constant to me, and so kind:
 * I would deceive her,
 * And so leave her.
 * But ah! she is so constant and so kind.


 * "Beneath my palm-trees, by the river side,
 * I sat a weeping: in the whole world wide
 * There was no one to ask me why I wept—
 * And so I kept
 * Brimming the water-lily cups with tears
 * Cold as my fears.
 * "Beneath my palm-trees, by the river side
 * I sat a weeping: what enamor'd bride,
 * Cheated by shadowy wooer from the clouds,
 * But hides and shrouds
 * Beneath dark palm-trees by a river side?


 * "And as I sat, over the light blue hills
 * There came a noise of revellers: the rills
 * Into the wide stream came of purple hue—
 * 'Twas Bacchus and his crew!
 * The earnest trumpet spake, and silver thrills