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A Lady red -- amid the Hill Her annual secret keeps! A Lady white, within the Field In placid Lily sleeps! The tidy Breezes, with their Brooms -- Sweep vale -- and hill -- and tree! Prithee, My pretty Housewives! Who may expected be? The Neighbors do not yet suspect! The Woods exchange a smile! Orchard, and Buttercup, and Bird -- In such a little while! And yet, how still the Landscape stands! How nonchalant the Hedge! As if the Resurrection Were nothing very strange! | 
