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PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY

Rose leaves, when the rose is dead, Are heap'd for the beloved's bed; And so thy thoughts, when thou art gone, Love itself shall slumber on.

��HEW AINSLIE 619. Millie and Helen

' WfHAREFORE sou'd ye talk o' love,

    • Unless it be to pain us ?

Wharefore sou'd ye talk o' love

Whan ye say the sea maun twain us ? '

  • It 's no because my love is light,

Nor for your angry deddy; It 's a* to buy ye pearlins bright,

An* to busk ye like a leddy.'

4 O Willy, I can caird an* spin, Se ne'er can want for cleedin' ;

An* gin I hae my Willy's heart, I hae a* the pearls I'm heedin'.

'Will it be time to praise this cheek Whan years an' tears has blench'd it?

Will it be time to talk o' love

Whan cauld an' care has quench'd it?'

He's laid ae han* about her waist

The ither's held to heaven; An' his luik was like the luik o' man

Wha's heart in twa is riven. 619. cleedin'] clothing.

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