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To notice other days were pages given
To notice other days were pages given,
That when by former scenes anew we stray,
The leaves of our own growth let fall from heaven
May play in Memory's breath acrost our way.
That when by former scenes anew we stray,
The leaves of our own growth let fall from heaven
May play in Memory's breath acrost our way.
So these gathered, though strown; by friendly hand,
Meet me again as by his door I rove;
Not scattered vainly on his well-tilled land,
So that in Memory's breath they ever move.
Meet me again as by his door I rove;
Not scattered vainly on his well-tilled land,
So that in Memory's breath they ever move.
Poem No. 739a; winter—spring 1839?
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