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 For some, that fairest should have been, About the world they have been tost And borne no flowers that I have seen; And some have taken wing and crost The sea, or through the blue serene Gone up to heaven and been lost.

O, sowing season, come once more, Bring back each golden seed to me! For one, indeed, grew up and bore No flower of gladness, good to see— A thing to look upon right sore —A grief that in my life should be.

One other truly did beget Some blossom of the June that fell In May; and one, a violet Whose death upon my heart doth dwell; The last seed hath not blossomed yet: Come back and bring this one as well.