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JANVARY
Here
and there a song bird in the hedges,
Here and there a primrose in the lane;
Tarry, eager Spring, till all the ledges
Of the white-streaked hills are green again!
Here and there a primrose in the lane;
Tarry, eager Spring, till all the ledges
Of the white-streaked hills are green again!
Tarry, eager flowers, eager thrushes!
Hardly yet forget we our dead year,
And your blithe notes, ere the new spring blushes,
Are as sounds of revel round a bier.
Hardly yet forget we our dead year,
And your blithe notes, ere the new spring blushes,
Are as sounds of revel round a bier.
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