Alas the spring should vanish with the rose
That youth's sweet scented manuscript should close
The nightingale that in the branches
Say, "Ah whence an whither flown again, who knows?"
The revelations of devout and learned who rose
Before us and as prophets burned
Are all but stories which awoke from sleep
They told their fellows and to sleep returned
And this delightful herb whose tender green
Fledges on the river's lip on which we lean
Ah lean upon it lightly for who knows from
What once lovely lip it springs unseen?
That youth's sweet scented manuscript should close
The nightingale that in the branches
Say, "Ah whence an whither flown again, who knows?"
The revelations of devout and learned who rose
Before us and as prophets burned
Are all but stories which awoke from sleep
They told their fellows and to sleep returned
And this delightful herb whose tender green
Fledges on the river's lip on which we lean
Ah lean upon it lightly for who knows from
What once lovely lip it springs unseen?
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