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To a Bunch of Lilac
O beautiful lilac flowers,Oh, say, is it you, is it youThe sun-struck, love-sick hoursGo faint for murmuring through?
O full of ineffable yearning,So balmy, mystical, deep,And faint beyond any discerning,Like far-off voices in sleep—
I love you, O lilac, I love you!Till life goes swooning by,I breathe and enwreathe and enfold you,And long but to love, and die.
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