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I weave my fancies now for other ears,—
Thy sister-blossom's, who beside me sits,
Rosy, imperative, and quick to mark
My lagging wits.
Thy sister-blossom's, who beside me sits,
Rosy, imperative, and quick to mark
My lagging wits.
But still the stories bear thy name, are thine,
Part of the sunshine of thy brief, sweet day,
Though in her little warm and living hands
This book I lay.
Part of the sunshine of thy brief, sweet day,
Though in her little warm and living hands
This book I lay.
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