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LIV. “HOW LITTLE DOES IT MATTER!”
So, after thee comes death? How little does it matter!
When Summer's fragrant hand has no more flowers to scatter
And Autumn's keen-edged breath
Thrills all the saddened fields that once were full of laughter,
It matters little then if swiftly following after
The Autumn's foot, comes death.
When Summer's fragrant hand has no more flowers to scatter
And Autumn's keen-edged breath
Thrills all the saddened fields that once were full of laughter,
It matters little then if swiftly following after
The Autumn's foot, comes death.
If one face is so fair that all the others darken:
If one laugh is so sweet one cares not now to hearken
To laughter less divine:
What matters it if death, upon their passing, follow?—
What help is it to one forlorn autumnal swallow
To see three red leaves on the eglantine?
If one laugh is so sweet one cares not now to hearken
To laughter less divine:
What matters it if death, upon their passing, follow?—
What help is it to one forlorn autumnal swallow
To see three red leaves on the eglantine?
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