The ghost of Winter stalks amidst the boughs
Of Spring and drags along his icy shroud ;
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My wish is to live without disliking anyone,
To love without being jealous of anyone,
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My far cry, though no one should echo,
though no one listen should stand,
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Like yonder swallow, I would soar away,
Above the sea, far from this buzzing mart ;
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O, bleeding blossoms, tell, were my heart there —
There in your bed,
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The moon hath said her sad good-bye.
My sleeping queen ;
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I strolled upon the Brooklyn Bridge one day,
Beneath the storm;
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Said golden leaves upon the ground
To new born leaves upon the tree :
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