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130 "Nine summers had she scarcely seen,

The pride of all the vale;

And then she sang;—she would have been

A very nightingale.

"Six feet in earth my Emma lay;

And yet I loved her more,

For so it seemed, than till that day

I e'er had loved before.

"And, turning from her grave, I met

Beside the church-yard Yew

A blooming Girl, whose hair was wet

With points of morning dew.

"A basket on her head she bare;

Her brow was smooth and white:

To see a Child so very fair,

It was a pure delight!

"No fountain from its rocky cave

E'er tripped with foot so free;

She seemed as happy as a wave

That dances on the sea.