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As late I rambled in the happy fields, / What time the skylark shakes the tremulous dew / From his lush clover covert; when anew / Adventurous knights take up their dinted shields:
I saw the sweetest flower wild nature yields, / A fresh-blown musk-rose; 'twas the first that threw / Its sweets upon the summer: graceful it grew / As is the wand that Queen Titania wields.
And, as I feasted on its fragrancy, / I thought the garden-rose it far excell'd:
But when, O Wells! thy roses came to me, / My sense with their deliciousness was spell'd:
Soft voices had they, that with tender plea / Whisper'd of peace, and truth, and friendliness unquell'd.