Morns Like These We Parted;
Morns like these we parted; Noons like these she rose, Fluttering first, then firmer, To her fair repose. Never did she lisp it, And 't was not for me; She was mute from transport, I, from agony! Till the evening, nearing, One the shutters drew -- Quick! a sharper rustling! And this linnet flew!
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