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A DEAD LEAF AND A DAFFODIL
I saw
the golden daffodil
By a leaf-girdle bound,
A withered oak-leaf, her soft will
Had lifted from the ground.
By a leaf-girdle bound,
A withered oak-leaf, her soft will
Had lifted from the ground.
Alas, poor leaf! a poet's tongue
Shall voice thy misery:
“Had Love come so when I was young,
And meet, sweet flower, for thee!”
Shall voice thy misery:
“Had Love come so when I was young,
And meet, sweet flower, for thee!”
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