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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!