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/ When rathe wind-flowers many peer / All rain filled at blue April skies, / As on one smiles one's lady dear / With the big tear-drops in her eyes;
/ When budded May-apples, I wis, / Be hidden by lone greenwood creeks, / Be bashful as her cheeks we kiss, / Be waxen as her dimpled cheeks;
/ Then do I pine for happier skies, / Shy wild-flowers fair by hill and burn; / As one for one's sweet lady's eyes, / And her white cheeks might pine and yearn.