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 SIR WILLIAM WATSON 870 Song

APRIL, April, Laugh thy girlish laughter; Then, the moment after, Weep thy girlish tears! April, that mine cars Like a lover greetest, If I tell thee, sweetest, All my hopes and fears, April, April,

Laugh thy golden laughter, But, the moment after, Weep thy golden tears!

��871 Ode in May

ET me go forth, and share The overflowing Sun With one wise friend, or one Better than wise, being fair, Where the pewit wheels and dips

On heights of bracken and ling, And Earth, unto her leaflet tips, Tingles with the Spring.

What is so sweet and dear

As a prosperous morn in May, The confident prime of the day, And the dauntless youth of the year,

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