Glowing is her Bonnet,Glowing is her Cheek,Glowing is her Kirtle,Yet she cannot speak.Better as the DaisyFrom the Summer hillVanish unrecordedSave by tearful rill --Save by loving sunriseLooking for her face.Save by feet unnumberedPausing at the place.

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