Glowing is her Bonnet,
Glowing is her Cheek,
Glowing is her Kirtle,
Yet she cannot speak.
Better as the Daisy
From the Summer hill
Vanish unrecorded
Save by tearful rill –
Save by loving sunrise
Looking for her face.
Save by feet unnumbered
Pausing at the place.
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