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James Thomson - Verses On Receiving A Flower From His Mistress
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Madam, the flower that I received from you, 
Ere I came home, had lost its lovely hue: 
As flowers deprived of the genial day, 
Its sprightly bloom did wither and decay; 
Dear, fading flower, I know full well, said I, 
The reason why you shed your sweets and die; 
You want the influence of her enlivening eye. 
Your case is mine -- Absence, that plague of love! 
With heavy pace makes every minute move: 
It of my being is an empty blank, 
And hinders me myself with men to rank; 
Your cheering presence quickeneth me again, 
And new-sprung life exults in every vein.
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