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Parting they seem'd to tread upon the air,

      Twin roses by the zephyr blown apart

Only to meet again more close, and share

      The inward fragrance of each other's heart.

She, to her chamber gone, a ditty fair

      Sang, of delicious love and honey'd dart;

He with light steps went up a western hill,

And bade the sun farewell, and joy'd his fill.