Let this be my farewell, dear heart, to you.

When spring comes romping, singing, back again,

Dressed in her garments fragrant, fresh and new;

When once more robins sing among the budding trees

All honey sweet, with apple blooms and dew.{27}

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When you have searched the woods as once you did

For specimens of moss and long, dank fern,

Remember, that I too have loved the flowers

But, look no more, no more for my return.

{28}

Rainbow Ribbons

BRING me rainbow ribbons

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And a band of blue,

Bring me threads of silver

From the moonbeams’ hue.

Bring a pure cloud fleecy,

Snatch a sunbeam bright,

Tints from twilight evenings,

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