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Robert Laurence Binyon - Narcissus
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By white St. Martin`s, where the fountain shone
 And plashed unheard in the busy morning air,
 March, with rippling shadow and sudden sun,
 Laughing riotous round the gusty square,
 From frail narcissus heaped in baskets there
 Blew to me, as I passed, its odour keen,
 Keen and strange, subtle and sweet;
 And lo! all new and green,
 Spring for me had entered the stony street.
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