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Hath taught a Fawn to hunt his Dear.'
Thenceforth I set myself to play
Had it lived long, I do not know
'Twas on those little silver feet:
With what a pretty skipping grace
I have a garden of my own,
Upon the roses it would feed,
Oh help! Oh help! I see it faint
Sad, slowly dropping like a gum.
I in a golden vial will
Now my sweet fawn is vanished to.
First my unhappy statue shall
Andrew Marvell "TO GATHER FLOWERS SAPPHA WENT'
To gather Flowers Sappha went,
And homeward she did bring Within her Lawnie Continent
The treasure of the Spring.
She smiling blusht, and blushing smil'd
And sweetly blushing thus,
Her Apron gave (as she did passe)
An Odor more divine,
Ye have been fresh and green,
Ye have been fill'd with flowers; And ye the walks have been
Where maids have spent their hours.
You have beheld how they
With wicker arks did come, To kiss and bear away
The richer cowslips home.
You've heard them sweetly sing,
And seen them in a round; Each virgin, like a spring,
With honeysuckles crown'd.
But now, we see none here,
Whose silvery feet did tread, And with dishevelled hair
Adorn'd the smoother mead.
Like unthrifts, having spent
Your stock and needy grown, You're left here to lament Your poor estates alone.