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No flower has now so rich a bloom, Has now so sweet a breath.

I gathered two or three,—they seemed Such rich gifts to bestow; So precious in my sight, I deemed That all must think them so.

Ah! who is there but would be fain To be a child once more; If future years could bring again All that they brought before?

My heart's world has been long o'erthrown, It is no more of flowers; Their bloom is past, their breath is flown, Yet I recall those hours.