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Hid they a glimpse of the gate,
Roses, with bumble-bees humming—
What could have made him so late?
Hark! now a footstep was coming!
Roses, with bumble-bees humming—
What could have made him so late?
Hark! now a footstep was coming!
Roses, with bumble-bees humming—
Doily swung on at her ease;
Hark! now a footstep was coming!
Could she be seen through the trees?
Doily swung on at her ease;
Hark! now a footstep was coming!
Could she be seen through the trees?
Dolly swung on at her ease,
Forward and backward, half dreaming—
Could she be seen through the trees,
White in the walnut-boughs gleaming?
Forward and backward, half dreaming—
Could she be seen through the trees,
White in the walnut-boughs gleaming?
Forward and backward half dreaming—
Let him come find her, she said—
White in the walnut-boughs gleaming—
She would not call him instead!
Let him come find her, she said—
White in the walnut-boughs gleaming—
She would not call him instead!
