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As children gather daisies down green ways / Mid butterflies and bees, / To-day across the meadows of past days / I gathered memories.
I stored my heart with harvest of lost hours -- / With blossoms of spent years; / Leaves that had known the sun of joy, and hours / Drenched with the rain of tears.
And perfumes that were long ago distilled / From April's pink and white, / Again with all their old enchantment, filled / My spirit with delight.
From out the limbo where lost roses go / The place we may not see, / With all its petals sweet and half-ablow, / One rose returned to me.
Where falls the sunlight chequered by the shade / On meadows of the past, / I gathered blossoms that no sun can fade / No winter wind can blast.