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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. | 
