Parody
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Edna St. Vincent Millay
My garden blooms abundantly
Astor, Jonquille, Zephyranth,
Yet bare remains the Cinquefoil
Whose buds dropp wilted 'pon the path
With treat I tend the fertile soil
Swift fingertips pluck out the weed
Yet bare remains the Cinquefoil
Though blooms I grow from other seed
The Cinquefoil is lover's rose
Though blooms not large nor scarlet red
Where I attend Adonis grows
I fear my lover's rose is dead
With scissors sharp I prune the Rue
Dead leaf from stem I separate
Yet bare remains the Cinquefoil
Perhaps my love arises late
Oh sorrow sorrow hear me weep
So empty and forlorn the vine
The Willow's tears are mine to keep
For lover's rose no longer mine
September settles blooms decay
The Marigold and Daffodil
All wither wilt and fade away
Except the rose, which never will
Yet bare remains the Cinquefoil
No bloom a-rose to bid adieu
Though fertile fed and rich the soil
I will not see my lover's bloom
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