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LAUNA DEE.

Weary, oh, so wearyWith it all!Sunny days or dreary—How they pall!Why should we be heroes,Launa Dee,Striving to no winning?Let the world be Zero’s!As in the beginningLet it be!
What good comes of toiling,When all’s done?Frail green sprays for spoilingOf the sun;Laurel leaf or myrtle,Love or fame—Ah, what odds what spray, sweet?Time, that makes life fertile,Makes its blooms decay, sweet,As they came.
Lie here with me dreaming,Cheek to cheek,Lithe limbs twined and gleaming,Brown and sleek;Like two serpents coilingIn their lair.Where’s the good of wreathingSprays for Time’s despoiling?Let me feel your breathingIn my hair.

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