727 br br Precious to Me—She still shall be— br Though She forget the name I bear— br The fashion of the Gown I wear— br The very Color of My Hair— br br So like the Meadows—now— br I dared to show a Tress of Theirs br If haply—She might not despise br A Buttercup's Array— br br I know the Whole—obscures the Part— br The fraction—that appeased the Heart br Till Number's Empery— br Remembered—as the Millner's flower br br When Summer's Everlasting Dower— br Confronts the dazzled Bee.