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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!