FLOWER-SALUTE
THIS nosegay, ’twas I dress’d it,
Greets thee a thousand times!
Oft stoop’d I, and caress’d it,
Ah! full a thousand times,
And ‘gainst my bosom press’d it
A hundred thousand times!
1815.*
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