Lady red - amid the Hill Her annual secret keeps! A Lady white, within the Field In placid Lily sleeps! The tidy Breezes, with their Brooms - Sweep vale - and hill - and tree! Prithee, My pretty Housewives! Who may expected be?
The Neighbors do not yet suspect! The Woods exchange a smile! Orchard, and Buttercup, and Bird - In such a little while!
And yet, how still the Landscape stands! How nonchalant the Hedge! As if the "Resurrection" Were nothing very strange.
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