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7
SONNET I.
[By classic Cam a lovely flow'ret grew]
By classic Cam a lovely flow'ret grew;The sun scarce shone upon its tender birth
Ere it was left, the loneliest thing on earth,
An orphan bent by every wind that blew.
And yet the summer fields in all their pride
And lustiness of beauty, could compare
No gem with this. Fairest of all things fair
Was she whose sole endeavour was to hide
Her brightness from the day; nor fawn more gay
Or sportive, in its liveliest mood, could be
Than was this flower, rejoicing in the glee
Of its own nature. Thitherward one day
Walking perchance, the lovely gem I spied,
And from that moment sought it for my Bride!
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