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When the autumn roses / Are heavy with dew, / Before the mist discloses / The leaf's brown hue, / You would, among the laughing hills / Of yesterday / Walk innocent in the daffodils, / Coiffing up your auburn hair / In a puritan fillet, a chaste white snare / To catch and keep me with you there / So far away.
When from the autumn roses / Trickles the dew, / When the blue mist uncloses / And the sun looks through, / You from those startled hills / Come away, / Out of the withering daffodils; / Thoughtful, and half afraid, / Plaiting a heavy, auburn braid / And coiling it round the wise brows of a maid / Who was scared in her play.
When in the autumn roses / Creeps a bee, / And a trembling flower encloses / His ecstasy, / You from your lonely walk / Turn away, / And leaning to me like a flower on its stalk, / Wait among the beeches / For your late bee who beseeches / To creep through your loosened hair till he reaches, / Your heart of dismay.