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 And with his sun and shower Love kept my heart in flower, As in the greenest bower
 * Rose richly glowing.

Till, worn at evensong, Love dropped my heart among Stones by the way ere long;
 * Misprizèd token.

There in the wind and rain, Trampled and rent in twain, Ne'er to be whole again,
 * My heart lies broken.