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209 And passing by these whisprers, I

Yet farther might have gone,

But that within an oriel sat

A Ladye—only one.

A wreath of roses lay flung by

Her feet, upon the floor,

And choicer buds, whose smell, I ween,

And loveliness were o'er.

She did not hear my coming step,

And I might watch her take

Flowers from her bosom,—happy they

Who such a home might make!

She took a drooping cluster thence

Not rich and rare like those

Which, spurned were lying at her feet,

But such as nature shows,

And spreads with lavish hand

O'er bank and moor and field;

No cultured gardens glittering wealth

Those treasured ones did yield.

Oh, joy! they were the same I gave!

I saw her kiss them o'er—

I saw her place them whence they came

And I was mute no more.