THREE SONGS FROM THE LAMP AND THE BELL
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Oh, little rose tree, bloom!Summer is nearly over.The dahlias bleed, and the phlox is seed.Nothing’s left of the clover.And the path of the poppy no one knows.I would blossom if I were a rose. Summer, for all your guile,Will brown in a week to Autumn,And launched leaves throw a shadow belowOver the brook’s clear bottom,--And the chariest bud the year can boastBe brought to bloom by the chastening frost.
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