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XXXIX
[These were the woods of wonder]
These were the woods of wonder
We found so close and boon,
When the bride-month in her beauty
Lay mouth to mouth with June.
We found so close and boon,
When the bride-month in her beauty
Lay mouth to mouth with June.
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November, the old, lean widow,
Sniffs, and snivels, and shrills,
And the bowers are all dismantled,
And the long grass wets and chills;
Sniffs, and snivels, and shrills,
And the bowers are all dismantled,
And the long grass wets and chills;
And I hate these dismal dawnings,
These miserable even-ends,
These orts, and rags, and heeltaps—
This dream of being merely friends.
These miserable even-ends,
These orts, and rags, and heeltaps—
This dream of being merely friends.
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