This Lime-Tree Bower My Prison  26654

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    Well they are gone, and here must I remain,
    This lime-tree bower my prison! I have lost
    Beauties and feelings, such as would have been
    Most sweet to my remembrance even when age
    Had dimmed mine eyes to blindness! They, meanwhile,
    Friends, whom I never more may meet again,
    On springy heath, along the hill-top edge,
    Wander in gladness, and wind down, perchance,
    To that still roaring dell, of which I told;
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