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Daisy

Daisy

Where the thistle lifts a purple crown

Six foot out of the turf,

And the harebell shakes on the windy hill—

O breath of the distant surf!—

The hills look over on the South,

And southward dreams the sea;

And with the sea-breeze hand in hand

Came innocence and she.

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A May Burden

A May Burden

Though meadow-ways as I did tread,

The corn grew in great lustihead,

And hey! the beeches burgeoned.

By Goddes fay, by Goddes fay!

It is the month, the jolly month,

It is the jolly month of May.

God ripe the wines and corn, I say,

And wenches for the marriage-day,

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