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 What lovers say Who loiter in the lanes to-day; The buds begin to talk of May With learned rooks on city trees, And if God please With all of these We too, shall see another Spring.

But in that red brick barn upon the hill I wonder—can one own the deer, And does one walk with children still As one did here— Do roses grow Beneath those twenty windows in a row— And if some night When you have not seen any light They cannot move you from your chair What happens there? I do not know.

So, when they took Ken to that place, I did not look After he called and turned on me His eyes. These I shall see—