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'Pray, are you within there, Mistress Who-
    were-you?'
  'Tis Mary that speaks and our errand dis-
    closes.
'Pray, are you within there? Bestir you, be
    stir you!
  'Tis summer again; there's two come for
    roses.

'A word with you, that of the singer recall-
   ing—
  Old Herrick: a saying that every maid
   knows is
A flower unplucked is but left to the falling,
  And nothing is gained by not gathering
   roses.'
 
We do not loosen our hands intertwining
  (Not caring so very much what she sup-
    poses),
There when she comes on us mistily shining
  And grants us by silence the boon of her
   roses.