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A garland of wild roses

With eglantine and daisies and the like,

Some snowdrops, such as winter oft exposes

Between the thaws wherewith she closes;

Meltings, like the regrets that strike

Amid the chill of human hearts, belike,

When passion looses.

A withered nosegay too,

'Twas plucked one spring day in the fresh green wood;

All laughingly the sun stole through

And quenched his thirst with cups of dew;

Cowslip, heath, and fox glove wooed

Hands that plucked in merriest mood,

Prizing while new.

A few sweet violets;

The scent methinks still clings to the blue leaf;

Trifles, but yet their breath begets

Sweet memories, no heart forgets;

Even with their life so brief,

Are they not worth, at least such grief,

Knowing no regrets?

Some dandelions and gorse,

With a marigold or two full blown,

Gathered at the time; the things are coarse

I own, yet this may have its force,

They took my fancy; weeds not grown

In vain, I think, or Nature had not thrown

So many o'er her course.

All are bound up together

With one little sprig of forget-me-not:

Alas! bright flowers so speedily wither,

And grief's so inconstant, one knows not whether

It is not selfishness after all

Makes us so keenly regret their fall

Ere the wintry weather.