From out the wounded, bleeding heart,

From out the wounded, bleeding heart,

 

And raise from earth the drooping head

And raise from earth the drooping head

 

When all our summer friends are fled.

When all our summer friends are fled.

 

 

And shall these humble pages dare

And shall these humble pages dare

 

Presume to ask, if they compare

Presume to ask, if they compare

 

With that fair, fragrant, precious gem,

With that fair, fragrant, precious gem,

 

Plucked from cold winter's diadem?

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