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/ Can I forget how, when you stood / 'Mid orchards whence spring bloom had fled, / Stars made the orchards seem a-bud, / And weighed the sighing boughs o'erhead / With shining ghosts of blossoms dead!
/ Or when you bowed, a lily tall, / Above your August lilies slim, / Transparent pale, that by the wall / Like softest moonlight seemed to swim, / Brimmed with faint fragrance to the brim.