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I'm waiting but she comes not back
I fondly call thro all the fragrant days
/ I wonder much the loss of her sweet
Such strange forsaking of her gracious ways

      Take Heart? [Lake Haven?]
The Summer always kept her for it's own
She wandered wide in winsome lands
But in the Autumn true & bright as steel
I know she'll come with outstretched
/ I see her come /

furnishing[?] fair wanderings in [winsome? wiser?] lands
     vainly call
Wondering call the loss of her
     gay courtesy
     grieving for her sweet
     Sorrowing the loss of her
          sweet courtesy

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