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LOVE'S ALCHEMY.
When Spring first thought to prank the bowers
And make the fields her own,
Lucilla brought me pale wind-flowers
That in the woods had grown.
And make the fields her own,
Lucilla brought me pale wind-flowers
That in the woods had grown.
So ravished of her golden touch,
And taken by her breath,
The woodland zephyrs have not such
When morning wakeneth.
And taken by her breath,
The woodland zephyrs have not such
When morning wakeneth.
She gave them, and a dewy tear
Upon my hand did lie,
Which changed to pearl, and this I wear
For jewel till I die.
Upon my hand did lie,
Which changed to pearl, and this I wear
For jewel till I die.
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