As violets so be I recluse and sweet, Cheerful as daisies unaccounted rare, Still sunward-gazing from a lowly seat, Still sweetening wintry air. While half-awakened Spring lags incomplete, While lofty forest trees tower bleak and bare, Daisies and violets own remotest heat And bloom and make them fair.SourceThe script ran 0.001 seconds.
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