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Went up a year this evening!
I recollect it well!
Amid no bells nor bravos / The bystanders will tell!
Cheerful, as to the village, / Tranquil, as to repose, / Chastened, as to the chapel, / This humble tourist rose.
Did not talk of returning, / Alluded to no time / When, were the gales propitious, / We might look for him; / Was grateful for the roses / In life's diverse bouquet, / Talked softly of new species / To pick another day.
Beguiling thus the wonder, / The wondrous nearer drew; / Hands bustled at the moorings -- / The crowd respectful grew.
Ascended from our vision / To countenances new!
A difference, a daisy, / Is all the rest I knew!