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ALWAYS, sweetheart, | |
Carry into your room the blossoming boughs of cherry, | |
Almond and apple and pear diffuse with light, that very | |
Soon strews itself on the floor; and keep the radiance of spring | |
Fresh quivering; keep the sunny-swift March-days waiting | 5 |
In a little throng at your door, and admit the one who is plaiting | |
Her hair for womanhood, and play awhile with her, then bid her depart. | |
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A come and go of March-day loves | |
Through the flower-vine, trailing screen; | |
A fluttering in of doves. | 10 |
Then a launch abroad of shrinking doves | |
Over the waste where no hope is seen | |
Of open hands: | |
Dance in and out | |
Small-bosomed girls of the spring of love, | 15 |
With a bubble of laughter, and shrilly shout | |
Of mirth; then the dripping of tears on your glove. | |
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