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AMAVI.-(I HAVE LOVED.)
A small birdie built its' nest, In Spring-time with the rest, Pross'd its darlings to its breast, Amavi! When the Spring is young and green, Many a tender thing is seen. Oh the fool that I have been, Amavi! For I know a maiden fair, With a wealth of golden hair; Fickle was she as the air, Amavi! Like the thistledown she flew, First tome and then to you, To her bow strings had she two, Amavi! Then in secret full of fun, Yet she seemed to every one Chaste, demure, as vestal nun, Amavi! Ah ! sometimes run waters still, Deep enough to turn a mill.— Trust their current if you will, Amavi! Of the Eose that rose would scorn, The breast of any man adorn, Beware! beware it hides a thorn, Amavi! Not a lover e'er can say ■■' But the whim of yesterday May to«moiTOW pass away, Amavi! Flies the waning Summer past, And far o'er the lawn at 1a5t...... The pale yellow leaves skid pasV Amavi! Well-a-day! 'tis ever so: After Summer cometh Bnow; Men are fools all here below, Amavi!
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Thames Star, Volume XVI, Issue 4991, 10 January 1885, Page 1
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188Select Poetry. Thames Star, Volume XVI, Issue 4991, 10 January 1885, Page 1
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