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HAPPY
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 In the winter of the Present for the summer of the Past;That icy winter silence—how it froze you from your bride, Tho’ I made one barren effort to break it at the last.
xix.I brought you, you remember, these roses, when I knew You were parting for the war, and you took them tho’ you frown’d;You frown’d and yet you kiss’d them. All at once the trumpet blew, And you spurr’d your fiery horse, and you hurl’d them to the ground.
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