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A BIRTHDAY
Dear sister, with an idle line,
There comes no dainty thing
To grace thy dress, to deck thy hair;
These may some other bring.
There comes no dainty thing
To grace thy dress, to deck thy hair;
These may some other bring.
Love, of an essence volatile,
Will oft elude the string
That bindeth sure the decent gift
Of formal offering.
Will oft elude the string
That bindeth sure the decent gift
Of formal offering.
So in no cumbering parcel tied,
But swift, on his own wing,
Love, faring forth to gain thy side,
Has only love to bring.
But swift, on his own wing,
Love, faring forth to gain thy side,
Has only love to bring.
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