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TO THE CHRYSANTHEMUM.
Wan brightener of the fading year,
Chrysanthemum,
Rough teller of the winter near,
Chrysanthemum,
Grey low-hung skies and woodlands sere,
Wet leaf-strewn ways with thee appear,
Yet well I love to see thee here,
Chrysanthemum:
Yes, well I love to see thee here,
Chrysanthemum.
Chrysanthemum,
Rough teller of the winter near,
Chrysanthemum,
Grey low-hung skies and woodlands sere,
Wet leaf-strewn ways with thee appear,
Yet well I love to see thee here,
Chrysanthemum:
Yes, well I love to see thee here,
Chrysanthemum.
Thou comest when the rose is dead,
Chrysanthemum;
When pink and lily both have fled,
Chrysanthemum.
When hollyhocks droop low the head,
And dahlias litter path and bed,
Thou bloomest bright in all their stead,
Chrysanthemum;
And back recall'st their beauty fled,
Chrysanthemum.
Chrysanthemum;
When pink and lily both have fled,
Chrysanthemum.
When hollyhocks droop low the head,
And dahlias litter path and bed,
Thou bloomest bright in all their stead,
Chrysanthemum;
And back recall'st their beauty fled,
Chrysanthemum.
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O loved not for thy sake alone,
Chrysanthemum;
Not for a beauty all thine own,
Chrysanthemum;
For fair blooms to the spring-time known,
For bright hues to the summer shown,
For memories dear of flowerets flown,
Chrysanthemum,
I love thee, blossomer alone,
Chrysanthemum.
Chrysanthemum;
Not for a beauty all thine own,
Chrysanthemum;
For fair blooms to the spring-time known,
For bright hues to the summer shown,
For memories dear of flowerets flown,
Chrysanthemum,
I love thee, blossomer alone,
Chrysanthemum.
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