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grew within a lonely dell, Where other flowers were growing, A sweet companionship, to tell How fair the spring was blowing.

Like some lorn lady, mournfully With love unpitied drooping, And head declined, a young ash-tree Above the bank was stooping.

So when the hottest sunbeams came, They fell with softened splendour; Green shadows made the noontide flame Almost as moonlight tender.

And violets around them grew, And, in the rainy weather, Opened their urns of April blue, And flung forth sweets together.

And o'er the pebbles a small brook Its pleasant chime was ringing; So just escaped from bench and book, A joyous child goes singing.