Shapes and Shadows — Margery

I

When _Spring_ is here and MARGERY Goes walking in the woods with me, She is so white, she is so shy, The little leaves clap hands and cry-- _Perdie!

So white is she, so sky is she, Ah me!

The maiden May hath just passed by!

_ II

When _Summer's_ here and MARGERY Goes walking in the fields with me, She is so pure, she is so fair, The wildflowers eye her and declare-- _Perdie!

So pure is she, so fair is she, Just see, Where our sweet cousin takes the air!

_ III

Why is it that my MARGERY Hears nothing that these say to me?

She is so good, she is so true, My heart it maketh such ado;

_Perdie!

So good is she, so true is she, You see, She can not hear the other two.

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