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ALICE OF MONMOUTH Lightly the waves she measures

Up to the wharves of the town;

There, unlading her treasures,

Lovingly puts them down.

Come with me, ladies; cluster

Here on the western pier;

Look at her jewels' lustre,

Changed with the changing year!

First of the months to woo her,

June his strawberries flings

Over her garniture,

Bringing her exquisite things;

Rifling his richest casket;

Handing her, everywhere,

Garnets in crate and basket;

Knowing she soon will wear

Blackberry jet and lava,

Raspberries ruby-red,

Trinkets that August gave her,

Over her toilet spread.

After such gifts have faded,

Then the peaches are seen,—

Coral and ivory braided,

Fit for an Indian queen.

And September will send her,

Proud of his wealth, and bold,

Melons glowing in splendor,

Emeralds set with gold.

So she glides to the Narrows,

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