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FLORENCE
APRIL FIRST
Come, let us be the willing fools
Of April's earliest day,
And dream we own all pleasant things
The years have reft away.
Of April's earliest day,
And dream we own all pleasant things
The years have reft away.
'T is but to take the poet's wand,
A touch or here or there,
And I have lost that ancient stoop,
And you are young and fair.
A touch or here or there,
And I have lost that ancient stoop,
And you are young and fair.
Ah, no! The years that gave and took
Have left with you and me
The wisdom of the widening stream;
Trust we the larger sea.
Have left with you and me
The wisdom of the widening stream;
Trust we the larger sea.
Except the last two lines, which I failed to capture, the rest of these verses I composed while asleep. I have many times seemed to make verses in sleep; only thrice could I recall them on waking. The four lines called “Which” were also made in sleep. The psychological interest of this sleep product may excuse this personal statement.
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