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Out of its fragrant heart of bloom, -- / The bobolinks are singing! / Out of its fragrant heart of bloom / The apple-tree whispers to the room, / "Why art thou but a nest of gloom, / While the bobolinks are singing?"
The two wan ghosts of the chamber there, -- / The bobolinks are singing! / The two wan ghosts of the chamber there / Cease in the breath of the honeyed air, / Sweep from the room and leave it bare, / While the bobolinks are singing.