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Before me begging did she stand,Pouring out sorrows like a sea;Grief after grief:—on English LandSuch woes I knew could never be;And yet a boon I gave her; for the CreatureWas beautiful to see; a Weed of glorious feature!
I left her, and pursued my way;And soon before me did espyA pair of little Boys at play,Chasing a crimson butterfly;The Taller follow'd with his hat in hand,Wreath'd round with yellow flow'rs, the gayest of the land.
The Other wore a rimless crown,With leaves of laurel stuck about:And they both follow'd up and down,Each whooping with a merry shout;Two Brothers seem'd they, eight and ten years old;And like that Woman's face as gold is like to gold.
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