Now, the first moment Hy-son saw the gardener--
A gardener, by his tools and dress she knew--
She felt her bosom round her heart in a--
A--just as if her heart was breaking through;
And so she blush'd, and hoped that he would pardon her
Intruding on his grounds--"so nice they grew!--
Such roses! what a pink!--and then that peony;
Might she die if she ever look'd to see any!"
The gardener offer'd her a budding rose:
She took it with a smile, and colour'd high;
While, as she gave its fragrance to her nose,
He took the opportunity to sigh.
And Hy-son's cheek blush'd like the daylight's close!
She glanced around to see that none were nigh,
Then sigh'd again and thought, "Although a peasant,
His manners are refined, and really pleasant."
They stood each looking in the other's eyes,
Till Hy-son dropp'd her gaze, and then--good lack
Love is a cunning chapman: smiles, and sighs.
And tears, the choicest treasures in his pack!
Still barters he such baubles for the prize,
Which all regret when lost, yet can't get back--
The heart--a useful matter in a bosom--
Though some folks won't believe it till they lose 'em.
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