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UNDER THE ALLEGORY OF A LAUREL HE AGAIN DEPLORES HER DEATH.
As a fair plant, uprooted by oft blows / Of trenchant spade, or which the blast upheaves, / Scatters on earth its green and lofty leaves, / And its bare roots to the broad sunlight shows; / Love such another for my object chose, / Of whom for me the Muse a subject weaves, / Who in my captured heart her home achieves, / As on some wall or tree the ivy grows / That living laurel -- where their chosen nest / My high thoughts made, where sigh'd mine ardent grief, / Yet never stirr'd of its fair boughs a leaf -- / To heaven translated, in my heart, her rest, / Left deep its roots, whence ever with sad cry / I call on her, who ne'er vouchsafes reply.
MACGREGOR.