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has a garden of roses And lilies fair on a lawn; There she walks in her state And tends upon bed and bower; And thither I climb' d at dawn And stood by her garden-gate; A lion ramps at the top, He is claspt by a passion-flower.

Maud's own little oak-room (Which Maud, like a precious stone