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 This was for you a precious greeting,— For both a bounteous, fruitful meeting. Joined are they, and the sylvan Doe Can she depart? can she forego The Lady, once her playful Peer, And now her sainted Mistress dear? And will not Emily receive This lovely Chronicler of things Long past, delights and sorrowings? Lone Sufferer! will not she believe The promise in that speaking face, And take this gift of Heaven with grace?

That day, the first of a re-union Which was to teem with high communion That day of balmy April weather, They tarried in the wood together. And when, ere fall of evening-dew She from this sylvan haunt withdrew,