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Already had I watchM the flight
Of swallows darting tlirough the light,
And mock'd the cuckoo's call ; Already view'd, o'er meadows bright,
The evening rain-bow fall.
Now in my walk, with sweet surprise, I saw the first Spring cowslip rise,
The plant whose pensile flowerg Bend to the earth their beauteous eyes,
In sunshine as in showers.
Lone on a mossy bank it grew, Where licliens, purple, wliitc, and blue,
Among the verdure crept ; Its yellow ringlets, dropping dew.
The breezes lightly swept.
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