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THE LOVE LETTER.
suggested by a picture.
Lady, in thy summer bower,
Sure, enchantment rules the hour!
All around thee seems so bright
With the sunbeam's mellowed light,
Through the twisted branches streaming—
On each leaf and floweret gleaming—
Resting on thy dark brown hair,
In a crown a queen might wear;
And a robe of golden light
Flinging o'er thy shoulder white.
