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This morn a throstle piped to me,
" 'Tis time that mates were wooed and won— The daffodils are on the lea."
Come out, sweetheart, their gold to see, And building of the nests begun— The birds are glad, and so are we.
You said,—bethink you !—" It shall be
When, yellow smocked, and winter done, The daffodils are on the lea."
Yet, an' you will, to change be free !
How sigh you ?—" Changes need we none— The birds are glad—and so are we ? "
Come out, sweetheart! the signs agree,
The marriage tokens March has spun— The daffodils are on the lea; The birds are glad—and so are we !
May Probyn.
WHEN I SAW YOU LAST, ROSE.
When I saw you last, Rose,
You were only so high ;— How fast the time goes !
Like a bud ere it blows,
You just peeped at the sky, When I saw you last, Rose !
Now your petals unclose,
Now your May-time is nigh ;— How fast the time goes !
And a life,—how it grows !
You were scarcely so shy, When I saw you last, Rose. |
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