Precious to Me -- She still shall be --

 Precious to Me -- She still shall be --
Though She forget the name I bear --
The fashion of the Gown I wear --
The very Color of My Hair --

So like the Meadows -- now --
I dared to show a Tress of Theirs
If haply -- She might not despise
A Buttercup's Array --

I know the Whole -- obscures the Part --
The fraction -- that appeased the Heart
Till Number's Empery --
Remembered -- as the Millner's flower

When Summer's Everlasting Dower --
Confronts the dazzled Bee.

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