With rosy hand a little girl prest down
A boss of fresh-cull'd cowslips in a rill:
Often as they sprang up again, a frown
Show'd she disliked resistance to her will:
But when they droopt their heads and shone much less,
She shook them to and fro, and threw them by,
And tript away. 'Ye loathe the heaviness
Ye love to cause, my little girls!' thought I,
'And what had shone for you, by you must die.'
With Rosy Hand A Little Girl Prest Down
Walter Savage Landor
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Poem topics: I love you, away, girl, fresh, boss, thought, love, I miss you, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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