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Sweet as violet-borders growing Over fountains ever-flowing. 20Like the tendrels of the vine, Do her auburn tresses twine, Glossy ringlets all behind Streaming buxom to the wind, 24When along the lawn she bounds, Light, as hind before the hounds: And the youthful ring she fires, Hopeless in their fond desires, 28As her flitting feet advance, Wanton in the winding dance.
Tell me, shepherds, have ye seen My delight, my love, my queen! 32
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