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 THE LANAWN SHEE

and perfumed the full bee

Winged heavily across the clover,

And where the hills were dim with dew,

Purple and blue the west leaned over.

A willow spray dipped in the stream,

Moving a gleam of silver ringing,

And by a finny creek a maid

Filled all the shade with softest singing.

Listening, my heart and soul at strife,

On the edge of life I seemed to hover,

For I knew my love had come at last,

That my joy was past and my gladness over.

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