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A SONG IN SEASON.

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viii.

Take in season

Thought with reason;
Think what gifts are ours for giving;
Hear what beauty
Owes of duty
To the love that keeps it living.

ix.

Dust that covers

Long dead lovers
Song blows off with breath that brightens;
At its flashes
Their white ashes
Burst in bloom that lives and lightens.

x.

Had they bent not

Head or lent not