There was no beauty of the wood or fieldBut she its fragrant bosom-secret knew,Nor any but to her would freely yieldSome grace that in her soul took root and grew;Nature to her shone as but now revealed, All rosy-fresh with innocent morning dew,And looked into her heart with dim, sweet eyesThat left it full of sylvan memories.
-James Russell Lowell
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