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ELCOME, maids of honour! You do bring In the spring, And wait upon her.

She has virgins many, Fresh and fair; Yet you are More sweet than any.

You're the maiden posies, And so graced To be placed 'Fore damask roses.

Yet, though thus respected, By-and-by Ye do lie, Poor girls, neglected.



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AIR daffodils, we weep to see You haste away so soon; As yet the early-rising sun Has not attain'd his noon. Stay, stay Until the hasting day Has run But to the evensong; And, having pray'd together, we Will go with you along.

