VI
Song
Summer for thee grant I may beWhen summer days are flown!Thy music still when whippoorwillAnd oriole are done!
For thee to bloom, I’ll skip the tombAnd sow my blossoms o’er!Pray gather me, Anemone,Thy flower forevermore!
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