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roses blushed a deeper red,
 * The lilies looked more saintly,

The sweet-alyssum hung its head,
 * And smiled and frowned most quaintly;

The daisies even, at my feet, Were strangely knowing, strangely sweet;

The hollyhocks against the wall,
 * So serious and old-fashioned,

Were all astir, the larkspur tall
 * Seemed really quite impassioned.

I pondered, but I could not guess What made their sudden consciousness.

Where'er I looked, their little eyes
 * Were eager, wise and tender,

As if they had some new surprise
 * Or sympathy to render—

But, turning round all unaware, I saw that she was standing there!