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/ I. You will not love me, sweet. / When this fair year is past; / Or love now at my feet / At others' feet be cast. / You will not love me, sweet, / When this fair year is past.
/ II. Now 'tis the Springtide, dear, / The crocus cups hold flame / Brimmed to the pregnant year. / Who crimsons as with shame. / Now 'tis the Springtide, dear, / The crocus cups hold flame.