There would she make her offering, there reclaim
The prize, which now ’twas happiness to name,
The joy that should redeem all passèd woe.
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And wending by the sunny shore at noon,
She with her pyx, and wondering what it hid,
Of what kind, what the fashion of the boon
Coud be, that she to look on was forbid,—
Alas for Innocence so hard to teach!—
At fancy’s prick she sat her on the beach,