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The broken spray left hanging / Can hold his dead leaf longer / Into your glum November / Than this live twig tossed shivering / By your East Wind anger.
Unrepentant, hoping Spring, / Flowery hoods of glory hoping, / Carelessly I sing, / With envy none for the broken spray / When the Spring comes, fallen away.