Chat on,sweet Maid, and rescue from annoy
Hearts that by wiser talk are unbeguiled.
Ah, happy he who owns that tenderest joy,
The heart-love of a child!
Rude spirits of the seething outer strife,
Unmeet to read her pure and simple spright,
Deem, if you list, such hours a waste of
life
Empty of all delight!
GIRT with a boyish garb for boyish task,
Eager she wields her spade: yet loves as
well
Rest on a friendly knee, intent to ask
The tale he loves to tell.
Digitalis purprea L
since 2002/01/30

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