THREE years she grew in sun and shower; |
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| Then Nature said, "A lovelier flower |
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| On earth was never sown: | |
| This child I to myself will take; | |
| She shall be mine, and I will make | |
| A lady of my own. |
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| "Myself will to my darling be | |
| Both law and impulse; and with me | |
| The girl, in rock and plain, | |
| In earth and heaven, in glade and bower, |
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| Shall feel an overseeing power |
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| To kindle or restrain. | |
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| "She shall be sportive as the fawn |
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| That wild with glee across the lawn |
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| Or up the mountain springs; | |
| And hers shall be the breathing balm, |
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| And hers the silence and the calm |
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| Of mute insensate things. |
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| "The floating clouds their state shall lend |
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| To her; for her the willow bend; | |
| Nor shall she fail to see |
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| Ev'n in the motions of the storm |
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| Grace that shall mould the maiden's form |
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| By silent sympathy. |
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| "The stars of midnight shall be dear |
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| To her; and she shall lean her ear | |
| In many a secret place, | |
| Where rivulets dance their wayward round, | |
| And beauty born of murmuring sound | |
| Shall pass into her face. | |
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| "And vital feelings of delight | |
| Shall rear her form to stately height, | |
| Her virgin bosom swell; | |
| Such thoughts to Lucy I will give, | |
| While she and I together live | |
| Here in this happy dell." | |
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| Thus Nature spake—the work was done— | |
| How soon my Lucy's race was run! | |
| She died, and left to me |
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| This heath, this calm and quiet scene; |
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| The memory of what has been, | |
| And never more will be. |
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