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I cannot tell you how it was;

But this I know: it came to pass–

Upon a bright and breezy day

When May was young, ah pleasant May!

As yet the poppies were not born

Between the blades of tender corn;

The last eggs had not hatched as yet,

Nor any bird forgone its mate.

I cannot tell you what it was;

But this I know: it did but pass.

It passed away with sunny May,

With all sweet things it passed away,

And left me old, and cold, and grey.

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How comes it, Flora, that, whenever we

Play cards together, you invariably,

       However the pack parts,

       Still hold the Queen of Hearts?

I’ve scanned you with a scrutinizing gaze,

Resolved to father these your secret ways:

       But sift them as I will,

       Your ways are secret still.

I cut and shuffle; shuffle, cut, again;

But all my cutting, shuffling, proves in vain:

       Vain hope, vain forethought too;

       That Queen still falls to you.

I dropped her once, prepense; but, ere the deal

Was dealt, your instinct seemed her loss to feel:

       ‘There should be one card more,’

       You said, and searched the floor.

I cheated once; I made a private notch

In Heart-Queen’s back, and kept a lynx-eyed watch;

       Yet such another back

       Deceived me in the pack:

The Queen of Clubs assumed by arts unknown

An imitative dint that seemed my own;

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The hope I dreamed of was a dream,

     Was but a dream; and now I wake,

Exceeding comfortless, and worn, and old,

     For a dream’s sake.

I hang my harp upon a tree,

     A weeping willow in a lake;

I hang my silenced harp there, wrung and snapt

     For a dream’s sake.

Lie still, lie still, my breaking heart;

     My silent heart, lie still and break:

Life, and the world, and mine own self are changed

     For a dream’s sake.

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Where are the songs I used to know,

    Where are the notes I used to sing?

    I have forgotten everything

I used to know so long ago;

Summer has followed after Spring;

    Now Autumn is so shrunk and sere

I scarcely think a sadder thing

    Can be the Winter of my year.

Yet Robin sings through Winter’s rest,

    When bushes put their berries on;

    While they their ruddy jewels don,

He sings out of a ruddy breast;

The hips and haws and ruddy breast

    Make one spot warm where snowflakes lie;

They break and cheer the unlovely rest

    Of Winter’s pause–and why not I?

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I tell my secret? No indeed, not I:

Perhaps some day, who knows?

But not to-day; it froze, and blows, and snows

And you’re too curious: fie!

You want to hear it? well:

Only, my secret’s mine, and I won’t tell.

Or, after all, perhaps there’s none:

Suppose there is no secret after all,

But only just my fun.

To-day’s a nipping day, a biting day;

In which one wants a shawl,

A veil, a cloak, and other wraps:

I cannot ope to every one who taps,

And let the draughts come whistling through my hall;

Come bounding and surrounding me,

Come buffeting, astounding me,

Nipping and clipping through my wraps and all.

I wear my mask for warmth: who ever shows

His nose to Russian snows

To be pecked at by every wind that blows?

You would not peck? I thank you for good will,

Believe, but leave that truth untested still.

Spring’s an expansive time: yet I don’t trust

March with its peck of dust,

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