 | The poems and sonnets of Louise Chandler Moulton |  |
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SO BLITHELY ROSE.
So blithely rose the happy dayWhen you and I began to kiss,
The birds believed December May,
So blithely rose the happy day,
And blossoms bloomed along our way,
Though it was time for snow, I wis,—
So blithely rose the happy day
When you and I began to kiss.
| The poems and sonnets of Louise Chandler Moulton | |