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Berrying
I.
My love went berryingWhere brooks were merrying
And wild wings ferrying
Heaven's amethyst;
The wildflowers blessed her,
My dearest Hester,
The winds caressed her,
The sunbeams kissed.
II.
I followed, carryingHer basket; varying
Fond hopes of marrying
With hopes denied;
Both late and early
She deemed me surly,
And bowed her curly
Fair head and sighed:
III.
“The skies look lowery;It will be showery;
No longer flowery
The way I find.
No use in going.
'T will soon be snowing
If you keep growing
Much more unkind.”
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IV.
Then looked up tearfully.And I, all fearfully,
Replied, “My dear, fully
Will I explain:
I love you dearly,
But look not cheerly
Since all says clearly
I love in vain.”
V.
Then smiled she airily;And answered merrily
With words that—verily
Made me decide:
And drawing tow'rd her,
I there implored her—
I who adored her—
To be my bride.
VI.
O sweet simplicityOf young rusticity,
Without duplicity,
Whom love made know,
That hearts in meter
Make earth completer;
And kisses, sweeter
Than—berries grow.
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