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Rh Pass in a good hour under a lucky star, How happy were I but for one short day, To be again the girl Melissa is!

She is but promise, you fulfilment are.

She is the blossom'd branch, and I the tree Full-fruited, Autumn sets his seal upon.

Aye, the sweet fruit of prime maturity The Summer sun made perfect.

Nay, our life Unlike the tree's, one only Autumn knows, Instant on which the dreary Winter waits