But not so well. The wind upon the plain,

The wintry wind, will toss the groaning trees;

But I, what comfort shall I have of these,

To know that they, unlov'd, have lost the Spring,

As I thy favour and my power to please?

xviii.

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I should have learnt a lesson from the songs

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Of woodland birds discoursing on the wrongs

Of madcap moths and bachelor butterflies.

I should have caught the cadence of the sighs

Of unwed flowers, and learnt the way to woo,

Which all things know but I, beneath the blue

Of Heaven's great dome; for, undesired of thee,

I have but jarr'd the notes that seem'd so true.

xix.

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