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When jonquils blow I think of one / Who sleeps beneath the green; / And all the light and song of life / And all the golden sheen, / Turn cold and still before my eyes, / While pearl-edged boughs of May / Seen through a sudden mist of tears / Are rimmed with ashen-gray.