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And such a memory thou hast stirred Within my heart, enchanted bird! I see a little garden nook, It has a lorn deserted look; Conscious of better days, and pride To its neglected state denied: Yet is it lovely, or to me Lovely at least it seemed to be. Laurels stood shining in the sun— A golden green, half light, half gloom; Some early flowers to seed had run, But some were only just in bloom; And straggling over path and bed, The careless ones shone white and red. Spoilt children they, who wander on Till summer and themselves are gone.