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[Thou hast no thought for one who walks 'mid flowers]
Thou hast no thought for one who walks 'mid flowers,
Whiling away the humming-bird-like hours,
Nay, nay, not thou!
Whiling away the humming-bird-like hours,
Nay, nay, not thou!
Nor think I now of thee who sittest where
The vine leaves wreathe thy beautiful brow and hair,
Forgotten now.
The vine leaves wreathe thy beautiful brow and hair,
Forgotten now.
Nature-notes and impressions in prose and verse | ||