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Christina Georgina Rossetti - May
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I cannot tell you how it was, 
But this I know: it came to pass 
Upon a bright and sunny day 
When May was young; ah, pleasant May! 
As yet the poppies were not born 
Between the blades of tender corn; 
The last egg had not hatched as yet, 
Nor any bird foregone its mate.

I cannot tell you what it was, 
But this I know: it did but pass. 
It passed away with sunny May, 
Like all sweet things it passed away, 
And left me old, and cold, and gray.
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