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Wilfrid Scawen Blunt - Oh For A Day Of Spring
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Oh for a day of Spring,
 A day of flowers and folly,
 Of birds that pipe and sing
 And boyhood`s melancholy!
 I would not grudge the laughter,
 The tears that followed after.

 Oh for a day of youth,
 A day of strength and passion,
 Of words that told the truth
 And deeds the truth would fashion!
 I would not leave untasted
 One glory while it lasted.

 Oh for a day of days,
 A day with you and pleasure,
 Of love in all its ways
 And life in all its measure!
 Win me that day from sorrow,
 And let me die to--morrow.
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