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lx.

"I shook him down because he was

⁠The finest on the tree.
He lies beside thee on the grass.
⁠O kiss him once for me.

lxi.

"O kiss him twice and thrice for me,

⁠That have no lips to kiss,
For never yet was oak on lea
⁠Shall grow so fair as this."

lxii.

Step deeper yet in herb and fern,

⁠Look further thro' the chace,
Spread upward till thy boughs discern
⁠The front of Sumner-place.

lxiii.

This fruit of thine by Love is blest,

⁠That but a moment lay
Where fairer fruit of Love may rest
⁠Some happy future day.