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Transcription:
I'm waiting but she comes not back
I fondly call thro all the fragrant days
|I wonder much the loss of her sweet
courtesy
Such strange forsaking of her gracious ways
[Take Heart?]
The Summer always kept her for it's own
She wandered wide in winsome lands
But in the Autumn true & bright as steel
I know she'll come with outstretched
hands!
/ I see her come /
SHD.
furnishing[?] fair wanderings in [wiser?]
lands
vainly call
Wondering call the loss of her
gay courtesy
gay
grieving for her sweet
courtesy
Sorrowing the loss of her
sweet courtesy
