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Rh Hidden where the rose-flush drinks the rayless planet,
 * Fountain-full he pours the spraying fountain-showers.

Let me hear her laughter, I would have her ever
 * Cool as dew in twilight, the lark above the flowers.

All the girls are out with their baskets for the primrose;
 * Up lanes, woods through, they troop in joyful bands.

My sweet leads: she knows not why, but now she loiters,
 * Eyes the bent anemones, and hangs her hands.

Such a look will tell that the violets are peeping,
 * Coming the rose: and unaware a cry

Springs in her bosom for odours and for colour,
 * Covert and the nightingale; she knows not why.

Kerchiefed head and chin she darts between her tulips,
 * Streaming like a willow gray in arrowy rain:

Some bend beaten cheek to gravel, and their angel
 * She will be; she lifts them, and on she speeds again.