To Carnations: a Song Stay while ye will, or go, And leave no scent behind ye: Yet trust me, I shall know The place where I may find ye. Within my Lucia's cheek, (Whose livery ye wear) Play ye at hide or seek, I'm sure to find ye there. |
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