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xliv.

"And even into my inmost ring

A pleasure I discern'd
Like those blind motions of the Spring,
That show the year is turn'd.

xlv.

"Thrice-happy he that may caress

The ringlet's waving balm—
The cushions of whose touch may press
The maiden's tender palm.

xlvi.

"I, rooted here among the groves,

But languidly adjust
My vapid vegetable loves
With anthers and with dust:

xlvii.

"For, ah! the Dryad-days were brief

Whereof the poets talk,
When that, which breathes within the leaf,
Could slip its bark and walk.