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Pass in a good hour under a lucky star,
How happy were I but for one short day,
To be again the girl Melissa is!
Sysis:
She is but promise, you fulfilment are.
Opora:
She is the blossom'd branch, and I the tree
Full-fruited, Autumn sets his seal upon.
Lysis:
Aye, the sweet fruit of prime maturity
The Summer sun made perfect.
Opora:
Nay, our life
Unlike the tree's, one only Autumn knows,
Instant on which the dreary Winter waits
