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When rosy plumelets tuft the larch, / And rarely pipes the mounted thrush; / Or underneath the barren bush / Flits by the sea-blue bird of March;
Come, wear the form by which I know / Thy spirit in time among thy peers; / The hope of unaccomplish'd years / Be large and lucid round thy brow.