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Footnotes I carried my sorrow to Natures breast:
 * And, behold, her sky was the gladdest blue

And a laughing demon her breeze possessed!
 * How did I dream that Nature knew?

Behind the house is the millet plot,
 * And past the miller, the stile;

And then a hill where melilot
 * Grows with wild camomile.