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Precious to MeShe still shall be
Though She forget the name I bear
The fashion of the Gown I wear
The very Color of My Hair
So like the Meadowsnow
I dared to show a Tress of Theirs
If haplyShe might not despise
A Buttercup's Array
I know the Wholeobscures the Part
The fractionthat appeased the Heart
Till Number's Empery
Rememberedas the Millner's flower
When Summer's Everlasting Dower
Confronts the dazzled Bee.
