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 Oh, hide thy knotted knees in fern, And overlook the chace; And from thy topmost branch discern The roofs of Sumner-place.

But thou, whereon I carved her name, That oft hast heard my vows, Declare when last Olivia came To sport beneath thy boughs.

O yesterday, you know, the fair Was holden at the town; Her father left his good arm-chair, And rode his hunter down.

And with him Albert came on his. I look'd at him with joy: As cowslip unto oxlip is, So seems she to the boy.