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Rh To deck the pathway that his feet must tread,

To fringe the 'broidery of the roses' bed,

To show the Summer she but sleeps,—not dead,

This is her fixed duty.

ENVOI

To-day while leaving my dear home behind,

My eyes with salty homesick teardrops blind,

The rain fell on me sorrowful and kind

Like angels' tears of pity.

'Twas then I heard the small birds' melodies,

And saw the poppies' bonfire on the leas,

As Spring came whispering thro' the leafing trees

Giving to me my ditty.