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S sate beside the rock from which arose A mountain rivulet's blue wanderings; And there, with careless hand, cast leaves and flowers To float upon the surface, or to sink, As the wind listed, for she took no heed, Nor watch'd their progress. Suddenly she ceased, While pass'd a cloud across her deep blue eyes: "Are ye not symbols of me, ye fair flowers? Thus in mere recklessness my wilful hand Has wasted the whole beauty of a spring, And I have thrown your fragrant lives away