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Divided.
Flusheth the rise with her purple favour,
Gloweth the cleft with her golden ring,
'Twixt the two brown butterflies waver
Lightly settle, and sleepily swing.
Gloweth the cleft with her golden ring,
'Twixt the two brown butterflies waver
Lightly settle, and sleepily swing.
We two walk till the purple dieth
And short dry grass under foot is brown,
But one little streak at a distance lieth
Green like a ribbon to prank the down.
And short dry grass under foot is brown,
But one little streak at a distance lieth
Green like a ribbon to prank the down.
