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Deep in the heart of the forest the lily of Yorrow is growing; / Blue is its cup as the sky, and with mystical odour o'erflowing; / Faintly it falls through the shadowy glades when the south wind is / blowing.
Sweet are the primroses pale and the violets after a shower; / Sweet are the borders of pinks and the blossoming grapes on the bower; / Sweeter by far is the breath of that far-away woodland flower.