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A LOVE CHARM

AN EASTERN SUPERSTITION

Oh, beware of the scent of the barberry-blossom
That hangs on the barberry-tree;
For, but fold it away, for a day, in thy bosom,
Where no man may seek it or see,
And the heart that beats under the barberry-blossom
Shall yield all its secrets to me!
The berries will drop, like red blood, from the branches
When summer has had her day,
And the wild wind that scatters, the hoar frost that blanches
Will each of them have their way,
And, all bare will become the brown barberry branches
'Neath skies that are gloomy and grey,

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But the heart that beat under the barberry-blossom
Will drink in its scent like wine,
And the passionate throb of thy wakening bosom
Shall serve thee for warning and sign,
Then beware of the scent of the barberry-blossom
Before it hath made thee mine!