TO A CHERRY BLOSSOM.
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O cherry blossom! have you loved? I have loved. A maiden sweet as summer skies, With tender lights in hazel eyes, I have loved. O cherry blossom! you are fair. She was fair. Her thoughts were whiter than your face; She wore no proud pretending grace, All so fair. O cherry blossom! can you weep? I can weep. Her frail white form is buried now, And over it the lilies blow— Blow, and weep. O cherry blossom! you will die. All things die. The sweetest things that we receive, Ah, these of us take soonest leave— You will die. W. D. F.
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