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Rh And the man has gone, too, but the quarry that he made,

Whenever April comes as it came in old time,

Is a dear delight to the man who loves a maid,

For the primrose comes from the lime

And the blackbird builds below the catkin shaking

And the sweet white violets are beauty in the blood,

And daffodils are there, and the blackthorn blossom breaking

Is a wild white beauty in bud.