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Belovëd, thou hast brought me many flowers / Plucked in the garden, all the summer through, / And winter, and it seemed as if they grew / In this close room, nor missed the sun and showers.
So, in the like name of that love of ours, / Take back these thoughts which here unfolded too, / And which on warm and cold days I withdrew / From my heart's ground. Indeed, those beds and bowers / Be overgrown with bitter weeds and rue, / And wait thy weeding; yet here's eglantine, / Here's ivy!-take them, as I used to do / Thy flowers, and keep them where they shall not pine.