CHAPTER 99
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Unwatch'd the garden bough shall sway,
The tender blossom flutter down,
Unloved that beech will gather brown,
This maple burn itself away;
The tender blossom flutter down,
Unloved that beech will gather brown,
This maple burn itself away;
Unloved, the sun-flower, shining fair,
Ray round with flames her disk of seed,
And many a rose-carnation feed
With summer spice the humming air;
Ray round with flames her disk of seed,
And many a rose-carnation feed
With summer spice the humming air;
