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I thought the Train would never come-
How slow the whistle sang-
I don't believe a peevish Bird
So whimpered for the Spring-
I taught my Heart a hundred times
Precisely what to say-
Provoking Lover, when you came
Its Treatise flew away
To hide my strategy too late
To wiser be too soon-
For miseries so halcyon
The happiness atone-