May lure the moth to where her nectar is.

Lovely beyond the rest

Are these of all delight:—

The tiny pimpernel that noon loves best,

The primrose palely burning through the night.

One 'neath day's burning sky

With ruby decks her place,

The other when Eve's chariot glideth by

Lifts her dim torch to light that dreaming face.

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ESTRANGED

No one was with me there—

Happy I was—alone;

Yet from the sunshine suddenly

A joy was gone.

A bird in an empty house

Sad echoes makes to ring,

Flitting from room to room

On restless wing:

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