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" go and peep at the Pimpernel,

And see if she think the clouds look well;

For, if the sun shine,

And 'tis like to be fine,

I shall go to the fair,

For my sweetheart is there:—

So, Pimpernel, what bode the clouds and the sky?

If fair weather, no maiden so merry as I."

The Pimpernel-flower had folded up

Her little gold star in her coral cup;

And unto the maid

Thus her warning said:

"Though the sun smile down,

There's a gathering frown

O'er the chequered blue of the clouded sky;

So tarry at home, for a storm is nigh."