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ANSWER TO

not the cypress round my harp— It wears too dull a shade for me; Light as the flowers Of April bowers, The wreath that encircles my harp must be.

If you will twine a wreath for me, Twine it of blooms that vanish soon; Let each fair hue Be wet with dew, But dew that will pass in the smile of noon.