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[You shall be thought of with the scents of Spring]
You shall be thought of with the scents of Spring,Dim violets' odours and all blooms of May;
All the sweet sights of that remember'd day,
The thought of you straight to my eyes shall bring.
In hedge and elm shall thrush and linnet sing,
And the rook's pleasant caw shall cross our way
Where chestnuts all their milky cones display,
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Then of the Fairy Palace shall there come
Remembrance,—of all shapes of beauty there,
Goddess and nymph and hero, white and dumb,
Striking a stillness through the gazing air,
Awed with their sweetness. So you have become
Link'd in my memory with all things fair.
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