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... The morning mist and evening haze— L'ulihe tins cold grey rime— Seemed woven wares of golden air, \\ hen 1 was prime. And blackberries—so maw kish now— VVereiiuely Savored then ; And hazel nuts such clusters thick 1 ne’er slndl pull again ; Nor blushing ...