Poems (Mary Coleridge)/Poem 147

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CXLVII ON SUCH A DAY
Some hang above the tombs,Some weep in empty rooms,I, when the iris blooms,  Remember.
I, when the cyclamenOpens her buds again,Rejoice a moment—then  Remember.
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