Elegy Written in a Country Churchyard: And Other Poems | 
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Thyrsis, when we parted, swore
Ere the spring he would return –
Ah what means yon violet flower!
And the bud that decks the thorn!
‘Twas was the lark that upward sprung!
‘Twas the nightingale that sung!
Idle notes! untimely green!
Why is this unavailing haste?
Western gales and skies serene
Speak not always winter past.
Cease, my doubt, my fear is to move,
Spare the honor of my life.
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