Cowslips
With rosy hand a little girl pressd down A boss of fresh-culld cowslips in a rill: Often as they sprang up again, a frown Showd she dislikd resistance to her will: But when they droopd their heads and shone much less, She shook them to and fro, and threw them by, And trippd away. Ye loathe the heaviness Ye love to cause, my little girls! thought I, And what has shone for you, by you must die!
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