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RING to me white roses, roses, pinks, and lavender, Sweet stock and gillyflowers, poppies mauve and red, Bee-flowers and mignonette, with blue forget-me-not— I would make a coverlet for my narrow bed.

Bring me no silken cloth, velvet sheen or satin shine, Gossamer of woven lace, gold and silver thread, Purple deep and dove, and grey, through my idle fingers fall, Bidding me in patient hours make a patchwork spread.

Since I must go forth alone, far beyond the roof-tree's shade, Out into the open soon lonely there to lie, What want I of silken cloth woven by the hands of men? Time would soon despoil me there as he passed me by. [63]