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|After Paul VerlaineIII|
Around were all the roses red,|
The ivy all around was black.
Dear, so thou only move thine head,|
Shall all mine old despairs awake!
Too blue, too tender was the sky,|
The air too soft, too green the sea.
Always I fear, I know not why,|
Some lamentable flight from thee.
I am so tired of holly-sprays|
And weary of the bright box-tree,
Of all the endless country ways;|
Of everything alas! save thee.
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