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WHETHER the Sensitive Plant, or that Which within its boughs like a spirit sat, Ere its outward form had known decay,
These let us wish away,
And turn, sole-thoughted, to one Lady there, Whose heart had brooded, all that wintry day, On love, and winged St. Agnes' saintly care,
1 boord old dames full many times declare.