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I. Has she forgotten? On this very May / We were to meet here, with the birds and bees, / As on that Sabbath, underneath the trees / We strayed among the tombs, and stripped away / The vines from these old granites, cold and gray -- / And yet indeed not grim enough were they / To stay our kisses, smiles and ecstasies, / Or closer voice-lost vows and rhapsodies.
Has she forgotten -- that the May has won / Its promise? -- that the bird-songs from the tree / Are sprayed above the grasses as the sun / Might jar the dazzling dew down showeringly?