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SWEET!
I have not written sonnets lately, sweet,About you, have I? what am I to say,
What melody wring from out my brain to-day
Worthy your soft approving smile to meet,
What flower of novel song before your feet
Already deep in blossoms shall I lay,
A rose-bud, or a white acacia spray,
Or golden globèd lily incomplete?
Nay, sweet, on second thoughts it shall be none
Of these, cast glance of memory back my Queen,
Be quick to apprehend the thing I mean
When I recall a sprig of heath undone
By careless fingers underneath a sun
Of afternoon, and what you asked for glean.
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