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 | The poems of Madison Cawein |  |
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LYDIA
When Autumn's here and days are short,
Let Lydia laugh and, hey!
Straightway 't is May-day in my heart,
And blossoms strew the way.
Let Lydia laugh and, hey!
Straightway 't is May-day in my heart,
And blossoms strew the way.
When Summer 's here and days are long,
Let Lydia sigh and, ho!
December's fields I walk among,
And shiver in the snow.
Let Lydia sigh and, ho!
December's fields I walk among,
And shiver in the snow.
No matter what the seasons are,
My Lydia is so dear,
My heart admits no calendar
Of Earth when she is near.
My Lydia is so dear,
My heart admits no calendar
Of Earth when she is near.
| The poems of Madison Cawein | |