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When rathe wind-flowers many peer

All rain filled at blue April skies,

As on one smiles one's lady dear

With the big tear-drops in her eyes;

When budded May-apples, I wis,

Be hidden by lone greenwood creeks,

Be bashful as her cheeks we kiss,

Be waxen as her dimpled cheeks;

Then do I pine for happier skies,

Shy wild-flowers fair by hill and burn;

As one for one's sweet lady's eyes,

And her white cheeks might pine and yearn.