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Summer for thee, grant I may be

Summer for thee, grant I may be

When Summer days are flown!

Thy music still, when Whippoorwill

And Oriole — are done!

For thee to bloom, I'll skip the tomb

And row my blossoms o'er!

Pray gather me -

Anemone -

Thy flower — forevermore!

c.1853

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