22 All these my banners be. I sow my pageantry In May — It rises train by train — Then sleeps in state again — My chancel — all the plain Today. To lose — if one can find again — To miss — if one shall meet — The Burglar cannot rob — then — The Broker cannot cheat. So build the hillocks gaily Thou little spade of mine Leaving nooks for Daisy And for Columbine — You and I the secret Of the Crocus know — Let us chant it softly — "There is no more snow!" To him who keeps an Orchis` heart — The swamps are pink with June.SourceThe script ran 0.001 seconds.
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