All these my banners be. I sow my pageantry In May- It rises train by train- Then sleeps in state again- My chancel-all the plain Today.
To lose-if one can find again- To miss-if one shall meet- The Burglar cannot rob-then- The Broker cannot cheat. So build the hillocks gaily Thou little spade of mine Leaving nooks for Daisy And for Columbine- You and I the secret Of the Crocus know- Let us chant it softly- "There is no more snow!"
To him who keeps an Orchis' heart- The swamps are pink with June.
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