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AMID CHANGE, UNCHANGING.
The Poet singeth like the bird that sitteth by the rose,
While dews are chill, and on the hill the first faint sunbeam glows;
While through the buds' thick-folded green the first red rose-streak shows,
Sing, Poet, sing of Hope and Spring,
Still sing beside thy rose!
While dews are chill, and on the hill the first faint sunbeam glows;
While through the buds' thick-folded green the first red rose-streak shows,
Sing, Poet, sing of Hope and Spring,
Still sing beside thy rose!
The Poet singeth like the bird that sitteth by the rose,
While on the golden summer noon her golden heart o'erflows;
And now she waxeth red, now pale, yet ever is the rose,
Sing, Poet, sooth of love and youth,
Still sing beside thy rose!
While on the golden summer noon her golden heart o'erflows;
And now she waxeth red, now pale, yet ever is the rose,
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Still sing beside thy rose!
The Poet singeth like the bird that sitteth by the rose,
When from the drooping stalk her brief sweet glory earthward goes,
And the red is kindling on the leaf that fadeth from the rose,
Sing, Poet, sing, remembering,
Still sing beside thy rose!
When from the drooping stalk her brief sweet glory earthward goes,
And the red is kindling on the leaf that fadeth from the rose,
Sing, Poet, sing, remembering,
Still sing beside thy rose!
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