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LXII. A LOVE EXTRAVAGANZA.
Grow greener, grass, where the river flows—Her feet have pressed you:
Blow fresher, violet! lily! rose!
Her eyes have blessed you.
Sing sweeter, birds upon the trees,
Her ears have heard you:
Sound up to heaven, ye harmonies!
Her hands have stirred you.
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