From all the jails the boys and girls
Ecstatically leap, –
Beloved, only afternoon
That prison doesn’t keep.
They storm the earth and stun the air,
A mob of solid bliss.
Alas! that frowns could lie in wait
For such a foe as this!
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A sepal, petal, and a thorn
Upon a common summer’s morn,
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A breeze
A caper in the trees, –
And I’m a rose!
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