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108 Is set with such a witching art,

Is so provocatively smart,

I'd like to wear it on my heart,

An order for an hour!

O graceful housemaid, tall and fair,

I love your shy imperial air,

And always loiter on the stair

When you are going by.

A strict reserve the fates demand;

But, when to let you pass I stand,

Sometimes by chance I touch your hand

And sometimes catch your eye.

TO ALL THAT LOVE THE FAR AND BLUE

all that love the far and blue:

Whether, from dawn to eve, on foot

The fleeing corners ye pursue,

Nor weary of the vain pursuit;

Or whether down the singing stream,

Paddle in hand, jocund ye shoot,

To splash beside the splashing bream

Or anchor by the willow root: