 | Orval, or The Fool of Time
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XXII.NEGLECTED FLOWERS.
Little violet, drooping all alone, like my own
Drooping heart, I would pluck thee; but there's none, no, not one!
To whom I dare to give thee: so I leave thee, and pass on.
I would give thee gladly, gladly, if I dared, to Ali Bey;
But too proud (ah well-a-day!) is Ali Bey—so they say!
Proud he is! I do not dare. Would he care, he, to wear
Any flower that buds or blows? . . . save the rose, I suppose!
No! rest there, and despair! Live or die! Thou and I
Have no chance to catch one glance from his eye, passing by.
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