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 THE LOST ONES

is music from the linnets' bills,

And thro' the sunny flowers the bee-wings drone,

And white bells of convolvulus on hills

Of quiet May make silent ringing, blown

Hither and thither by the wind of showers,

And somewhere all the wandering birds have flown;

And the brown breath of Autumn chills the flowers.

But where are all the loves of long ago?

Oh, little twilight ship blown up the tide, 90