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Shall I forget, and yet behold
How Earth hath said its secret,—to
The violet's appealing blue,—
Of fragrance; old as Earth is old,
The knowledge that is never told?
How Earth hath said its secret,—to
The violet's appealing blue,—
Of fragrance; old as Earth is old,
The knowledge that is never told?
Shall I behold and yet forget,
The soft blue of the heaven fell,
Between the dusk and dawn, to tell
Its purpose, to the violet,
Of beauty none hath fathomed yet?
The soft blue of the heaven fell,
Between the dusk and dawn, to tell
Its purpose, to the violet,
Of beauty none hath fathomed yet?
Between the Earth and Heav'n, above,
The wind goes singing all day long;
And he who listens to its song
May catch an instant's meaning of
The end of life, the end of love.
The wind goes singing all day long;
And he who listens to its song
May catch an instant's meaning of
The end of life, the end of love.
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