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By Frank DempsterSherman1371 On Some Buttercups
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Caught in her bosom’s snowy hem,
Some buttercups are fastened in,—
Ah, how I envy them!
Nor are they conscious that their skies
Are not the heavens, but her face,
Her hair, and mild blue eyes.
Such sweet illusions haunt their rest;
They think her breath the fragrant wind,
And tremble on her breast;
A captive secret slip its cell,
And with desire were sudden stirred
To find a voice and tell!