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Here where precipitate Spring with one light bound	A
Into hot Summer's lusty arms expires	B
And where go forth at morn at eve at night	C
Soft airs that want the lute to play with 'em	D
And softer sighs that know not what they want	E
Aside a wall beneath an orange tree	F
Whose tallest flowers could tell the lowlier ones	G
Of sights in Fiesole right up above	H
While I was gazing a few paces off	I
At what they seem'd to show me with their nods	J
Their frequent whispers and their pointing shoots	K
A gentle maid came down the garden steps	L
And gathered the pure treasure in her lap	M
I heard the branches rustle and stept forth	N
To drive the ox away or mule or goat	O
Such I believed it must be How could I	P
Let beast o'erpower them When hath wind or rain	Q
Borne hard upon weak plant that wanted me	F
And I however they might bluster round	A
Walkt off 'Twere most ungrateful for sweet scents	R
Are the swift vehicles of still sweeter thoughts	S
And nurse and pillow the dull memory	F
That would let drop without them her best stores	T
They bring me tales of youth and tones of love	H
And 'tis and ever was my wish and way	U
To let all flowers live freely and all die	P
Whene'er their Genius bids their souls depart	V
Among their kindred in their native place	W
I never pluck the rose the violet's head	X
Hath shaken with my breath upon its bank	Y
And not reproacht me the ever sacred cup	Z
Of the pure lily hath between my hands	A2
Felt safe unsoil'd nor lost one grain of gold	B2
I saw the light that made the glossy leaves	C2
More glossy the fair arm the fairer cheek	D2
Warmed by the eye intent on its pursuit	E2
I saw the foot that although half erect	F2
From its grey slipper could not lift her up	Z
To what she wanted I held down a branch	G2
And gather'd her some blossoms since their hour	H2
Was come and bees had wounded them and flies	I2
Of harder wing were working their way thro'	H2
And scattering them in fragments under foot	J2
So crisp were some they rattled unevolved	J2
Others ere broken off fell into shells	K2
For such appear the petals when detacht	J2
Unbending brittle lucid white like snow	L2
And like snow not seen thro' by eye or sun	M2
Yet every one her gown received from me	F
Was fairer than the first I thought not so	L2
But so she praised them to reward my care	H2
I said 'You find the largest '	N2
'This indeed '	N2
Cried she 'is large and sweet ' She held one forth	N
Whether for me to look at or to stake	O2
She knew not nor did I but taking it	J2
Would best have solved and this she felt her doubt	J2
I dared not touch it for it seemed a part	J2
Of her own self fresh full the most mature	H2
Of blossoms yet a blossom with a touch	P2
To fall and yet unfallen She drew back	Q2
The boon she tender'd and then finding not	J2
The ribbon at her waist to fix it in	R2
Dropt it as loath to drop it on the rest	J2

Walter Savage Landor

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