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253 "When Spring came on with bud and bell,

Among these rocks did I

Before you hang my wreaths, to tell

That gentle days were nigh!

And in the sultry summer hours

I sheltered you with leaves and flowers;

And in my leaves—now shed and gone,

The Linnet lodged, and for us two

Chaunted his pretty songs, when You

Had little voice or none.

"But now proud thoughts are in your breast—

What grief is mine you see.

Ah! would you think, even yet how blest

Together we might be!

Though of both leaf and flower bereft,

Some ornaments to me are left—

Rich store of scarlet hips is mine,

With which I in my humble way

Would deck you many a winter's day,

A happy Eglantine!"