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Loveliest of trees, the cherry now Is hung with bloom along the bough, And stands about the woodland ride Wearing white for Eastertide.
Now, of my threescore years and ten,
And since to look at things in bloom A. E. Housman, A Shropshire Lad
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Then bring me back the days of dreaming,
When I myself was yet unformed, When song welled up in me, and teeming The tuneful fancies in me swarmed. I�d all the misty world before me, And every bud with promise sprang, And every valley, to restore me, Burgeoned with blossom as I sang. I nothing had, yet was not poor: The spur of truth was mine, and fancy�s lure. Give me those days with heart in riot, The depths of bliss that touched on pain, The force of hate, and love�s disquiet - Ah, give me back my youth again! from the Dedication of Goethe's Faust |