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The apple blossoms glisten / Within the crowned trees; / The meadow grasses listen / The din of busy bees; / The wayward, woodland singer / Carols along the leas, / Not loth to be the bringer / Of summer fantasies.
But you and I who never / Meet now but for regret, / Forever and forever, / Though flower-bonds were set / In Maytime, if you wonder / That falling leaves are ours, / Yours was it cast asunder, / Mine are the faded flowers.