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ALICE.

I.

In her golden chamber—
 Golden with the sun—
Where the roses clamber
 Breathless, one by one;

II.

(O'er her casement creeping
 With their lavish grace,
Through her lattice peeping
 At her happy face,)

III.

Sitteth fairest Alice
 Bending calmly there;
Roses, bear no malice,
 Ye are not so fair.