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 should May remember March, if March forget The days that began with December, The nights that a frost could fret?

All their griefs are done with Now the bright months bless Fit souls to rejoice in the sun with, Fit heads for the wind's caress;

Souls of children quickening With the whole world's mirth, Heads closelier than field-flowers thickening That crowd and illuminate earth,

Now that May's call musters Files of baby bands To marshal in joyfuller clusters Than the flowers that encumber their hands.

Yet morose November Found them no less gay, With nought to forget or remember Less bright than a branch of may.