Quote #102

Three years she grew in sun and shower, Then Nature said, 'A lovelier flower On earth was never sown; This Child I to myself will take; She shall be mine, and I will make A Lady of my own.'

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  1. She lived unknown, and few could know When Lucy ceased to be; But she is in her grave, and, oh, The difference to me!
  2. A slumber did my spirit seal; I had no human fears: She seemed a thing that could not feel The touch of earthly years. No motion has she no…
  3. She dwelt among the untrodden ways Beside the springs of Dove, A maid whom there were none to praise And very few to love:
  4. A fingering slave, One that would peep and botanize Upon his mother's grave.
  5. What fond and wayward thoughts will slide Into a lover's head! 'O mercy!' to myself I cried, 'If Lucy should be dead!'
  6. A reasoning, self-sufficing thing, An intellectual All-in-all!
  7. I've heard of hearts unkind, kind deeds With coldness still returning; Alas! the gratitude of men Hath oftener left me mourning.
  8. And you must love him, ere to you He will seem worthy of your love.

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