While offering help to climb the stile
A modest look & winning smile
(Love beaming in her eyes the while)
Repay'd my early rising
Aside the green hills steepy brow
Where shades the oak its darksome bough
The maiden sat to milk her cow
The cause of early rising
The wild rose mingling with the shade
Stung with envy clos'd to fade
To see the rose her cheeks display'd
The fruits of early rising
The kiss desir'd—against he[r] will
To take the milk pail up the hill
Seem'd from resistance sweeter still
Thrice happy early rising
(lines 29-40)
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