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! twine thy brows with fresh spring flowers!

And call a train of laughing Hours;

And bid them dance, and bid them sing;

And Thou, too, mingle in the Ring!

Take to thy heart a new delight;

If not, make merry in despite!

For there is one who scorns thy power.

But dance! for under Jedborough Tower

There liveth, in the prime of glee,

A Woman, whose years are seventy-three,

And she will dance and sing with thee.

Nay! start not at that Figure—there!

Him who is rooted to his chair!