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When orchards, courting the wan Spring, Starred robes of buds around them fling, Their beauty now to her is naught, Once a sweet passion, when she fraught Dark curls with blooms that nodding caught Impulse from the bee's wing.
When orchards, courting the wan Spring, Starred robes of buds around them fling, Their beauty now to her is naught, Once a sweet passion, when she fraught Dark curls with blooms that nodding caught Impulse from the bee's wing.