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XV. LADIES' TRESSES.
INSCRIBED TO M. C. AND J.
The dear one we both love so well, and I,
Climb'd yesterday along the red hill-side,
Over the flat green tufts of moor-grass, dried
With the fierce sunlight of an August sky,
Until we gained the ledges grey that lie
Round the sheer summit; as my eye glanc'd wide
O'er the tumultuous slope of grass, I spied
A little spiral whiteness, not more high
Than a mole's shoulder. 'Twas sweet ladies' tresses;
Soon in her hand the gather'd flow'ret lay,
And in the dreamy autumn light that blesses
The distant woods with shades of grey and blue,
We spoke of one who was so far away,
And wished our flow'ret had been pluck'd by you.
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