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WHEN they come back,If Blossoms do—I always feel a doubtIf Blossoms can beBorn againWhen once the artIs out.
When they begin,If Robins may—I always had a fearI did not tell, itWas their lastExperimentLast year.
When it is May,If May return—Had nobody a pangLest on a face so beautifulHe might not look again?
If I am there—One does not knowWhat party one may beTo-morrow,—but if I amThereI take back all I say!
