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Pot Pourri
But in the bleak December,
One only can remember
May, sweet May,
The sweetest name to say.
One only can remember
May, sweet May,
The sweetest name to say.
The one dear syllable
Beseems her beauty well.
Alack! the flight together
Of brilliant leaf and feather.
Beseems her beauty well.
Alack! the flight together
Of brilliant leaf and feather.
One warms one's heart acold,
Because the year grows old,
And all her flowers are dying,
And all her voices sighing.
Because the year grows old,
And all her flowers are dying,
And all her voices sighing.
105
By the sweet memories
Of May and sweet increase.
Sweet are the thoughts of her
As rose-leaves in a jar!
Of May and sweet increase.
Sweet are the thoughts of her
As rose-leaves in a jar!
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