No moon now blushes on the enamoured sight; | a | ||||
No genial sun now warms the torpid lay | b | ||||
Since February sternly checked his ray | b | ||||
When Lucy's eyes first beamed their azure light. | a | ||||
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What though no vernal flowers my hand invite | a | |||
To crop their fragrance for your natal day; | b | ||||
Lucy, for you the snowdrop and the bay | b | ||||
Shall blend the unfading green and modest white. | a | ||||
Though on your natal day with aspect bleak | c | ||||
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Stern winter frown, in icy garments dressed, | d | |||
Still may the rosy summer robe your cheek | c | ||||
And the green spring still bud within your breast: | d | ||||
Till, the world fading on your closing eyes, | e | ||||
You find a golden autumn in the skies. | e | ||||
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