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THE SEASONS OF HER YEAR
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Winter is white on turf and tree,And birds are fled;
But summer songsters pipe to me,
And petals spread,
For what I dreamt of secretly
His lips have said!
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O 'tis a fine May morn, they say,And blooms have blown;
But wild and wintry is my day,
My song-birds moan;
For he who vowed leaves me to pay
Alone—alone!
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