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56 When Spring came on with bud and bell,

Among these rocks did I

Before you hang my wreath to tell

That gentle days were nigh!

And in the sultry summer hours

I shelter'd you with leaves and flowers;

And in my leaves now shed and gone

The linnet lodg'd and for us two

Chaunted his pretty songs when you

Had little voice or none.

But now proud thoughts are in your breast—

What grief is mine you see.

Ah! would you think, ev'n yet how blest

Together we might be!

Though of both leaf and flower bereft,

Some ornaments to me are left—

Rich store of scarlet hips is mine,

With which I in my humble way

Would deck you many a Winter's day,

A happy Eglantine!"