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Thomas Edward Brown
1830 - 1897
1 I bended unto me a bough of May,
2 That I might see and smell:
3 It bore it in a sort of way,
4 It bore it very well.
5 But, when I let it backward sway,
6 Then it were hard to tell
7 With what a toss, with what a swing,
8 The dainty thing
9 Resumed its proper level,
10 And sent me to the devil.
11 I know it did--you doubt it?
12 I turned, and saw them whispering about it.
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