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Oxford poetry, 1918

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“My heart was blithe at morning.”

MY heart was blithe at morning, For he was by my side, And through the woods together We wandered far and wide. My heart was gay at noon-tide Together on the lea We lay, and heard the murm’ring Of many a busy bee. My heart was sad at even, For in the cold stars’ wake, I laid him in the dark, dark grave And, oh, my heart would break!

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