Passion Flowers (Watson)/Dandelions

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Dandelions.
Abroad, the song of birds, And intoxicant perfume!Again hath come the time When the dandelions bloom.Again among the trees, Where the locust shadows gloom,I flit in childish joy, Where the dandelions bloom.
Oh! days forever gone, Oh! heart that held no roomFor sorrow's bitter pang, Come, the dandelions bloom;Their gold is in the grass, Where each blue bell waves a plume,And my heart is wistful grown Since the dandelions bloom.
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A sweet, elusive voice Floats as from a shadowed tomb;"Come, come, oh! Sweet, and see How the dandelions bloom!"

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