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Why should May remember
March, if March forget
The days that began with December,
The nights that a frost could fret?
Why should May remember
March, if March forget
The days that began with December,
The nights that a frost could fret?
All their griefs are done with
Now the bright months bless
Fit souls to rejoice in the sun with,
Fit heads for the wind’s caress;
Now the bright months bless
Fit souls to rejoice in the sun with,
Fit heads for the wind’s caress;
Souls of children quickening
With the whole world’s mirth,
Heads closelier than field-flowers thickening
That crowd and illuminate earth,
With the whole world’s mirth,
Heads closelier than field-flowers thickening
That crowd and illuminate earth,
Now that May’s call musters
Files of baby bands
To marshal in joyfuller clusters
Than the flowers that encumber their hands.
Files of baby bands
To marshal in joyfuller clusters
Than the flowers that encumber their hands.
Yet morose November
Found them no less gay,
With nought to forget or remember
Less bright than a branch of may.
Found them no less gay,
With nought to forget or remember
Less bright than a branch of may.
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