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Fame
See, as the prettiest graves will do in time, / Our poet's wants the freshness of its prime; / Spite of the sexton's browsing horse, the sods / Have struggled through its binding osier rods; / Headstone and half-sunk footstone lean awry, / Wanting the brick-work promised by-and-by; / How the minute gray lichens, plate o'er plate, / Have softened down the crisp-cut name and date!
Love
So, the year's done with! / (_Love me forever! _) / All March begun with, / April's endeavor; / May-wreaths that bound me / June needs must sever; / Now snows fall round me, / Quenching June's fever -- / (_Love me forever! _)