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LOWING is her Bonnet,

Glowing is her Cheek,

Glowing is her Kirtle,

Yet she cannot speak!

Better, as the Daisy

From the Summer hill,

Vanish unrecorded,

Save by tearful Rill,

Save by loving Sunrise

Looking for her face,

Save by feet unnumbered

Pausing at the place!