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I. But yesterday / I looked away / O'er happy lands, where sunshine lay / In golden blots / Inlaid with spots / Of shade and wild forget-me-nots.
My head was fair / With flaxen hair, / And fragrant breezes, faint and rare, / And warm with drouth / From out the south, / Blew all my curls across my mouth.