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 IV

is the season now to go

About the country high and low,

Among the lilacs hand in hand,

And two by two in fairy land.

The brooding boy, the sighing maid,

Wholly fain and half afraid,

Now meet along the hazel'd brook

To pass and linger, pause and look.

A year ago, and blithely paired,

Their rough-and-tumble play they shared;

They kissed and quarrelled, laughed and cried,

A year ago at Eastertide.