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lx.

"I shook him down because he was

The finest on the tree.
He lies beside thee on the grass.
O kiss him once for me.

lxi.

"O kiss him twice and thrice for me,

That have no lips to kiss,
For never yet was oak on lea
Shall grow so fair as this."

lxii.

Step deeper yet in herb and fern,

Look further thro' the chace,
Spread upward till thy boughs discern
The front of Sumner-place.

lxiii.

This fruit of thine by Love is blest,

That but a moment lay
Where fairer fruit of Love may rest
Some happy future day.