Wearing the Sod Gown—
Bonnet of Everlasting Laces—
Brooch—frozen on—
Horses of Blonde—and Coach of Silver—
Baggage a strapped Pearl—
Journey of Down—and Whip of Diamond—
Riding to meet the Earl—
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What, when the Rose is ripe—What when the Eggs fly off in MusicFrom the Maple Keep?What shall I do when the Skies a’chirrupDrop a Tune on me—When the Bee hangs all Noon in the ButtercupWhat will become of me?Oh, when the Squirrel fills His PocketsAnd the Berries stareHow can I bear their jocund FacesThou from…
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Bulb after Bulb, in Silver rolled—Scantilly dealt to the Summer MorningSaved for your Ear when Lutes be old.Loose the Flood—you shall find it patent—Gush after Gush, reserved for you—Scarlet Experiment! Sceptic Thomas!Now, do you doubt that your Bird was true?