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388 Bore thy colors every flower,

Thine each leaf and berry bore;

All wore thy badges and thy favors

In their scent or in their savors,

Every moth with painted wing,

Every bird in carolling,

The wood-boughs with thy manners waved,

The rocks uphold thy name engraved,

The sod throbbed friendly to my feet,

And the sweet air with thee was sweet.

The saffron cloud that floated warm

Studied thy motion, took thy form,

And in his airy road benign

Recalled thy skill in bold design,

Or seemed to use his privilege

To gaze o'er the horizon's edge,

To search where now thy beauty glowed,

Or made what other purlieus proud.

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her eye seek other forms

And a glad delight below,

Yet the love the world that warms

Bids for me her bosom glow.