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TO A DANDELION
Little golden Dandelion,
Shining in the sun,
All the birds are singing now,
Day is just begun.
Grasses spring to greet thee;
Joy is everywhere,
Light and song and fragrance
Filling all the air!
Shining in the sun,
All the birds are singing now,
Day is just begun.
Grasses spring to greet thee;
Joy is everywhere,
Light and song and fragrance
Filling all the air!
Pallid, white-haired Dandelion,
Swaying in the sun,
Tall and slender, silver-crowned,
Day is well-nigh done!
Fair and frail, O phantom,
Thou art but a theme
For a minstrel's singing,
Or a poet's dream!
Swaying in the sun,
Tall and slender, silver-crowned,
Day is well-nigh done!
Fair and frail, O phantom,
Thou art but a theme
For a minstrel's singing,
Or a poet's dream!
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Lo! a breeze sweeps by thee!
Whither art thou flown?
All thy silver tresses
To the winds are blown!
Whither now hath vanished
All thy slender grace,
All the starlike beauty
Of thy perfect face?
Whither art thou flown?
All thy silver tresses
To the winds are blown!
Whither now hath vanished
All thy slender grace,
All the starlike beauty
Of thy perfect face?
Gone, all gone forever!
Nay—another spring
Glad earth shall be gay again
With thy blossoming.
Death is life,—and life is joy!
Sleep in peace awhile,
Till thou wakest, young and fair,
In the Day-God's smile!
Nay—another spring
Glad earth shall be gay again
With thy blossoming.
Death is life,—and life is joy!
Sleep in peace awhile,
Till thou wakest, young and fair,
In the Day-God's smile!
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