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I sometimes sit beneath a tree	A
And read my own sweet songs	B
Though naught they may to others be	A
Each humble line prolongs	B
A tone that might have passed away	C
But for that scarce remembered lay	C
	-
I keep them like a lock or leaf	D
That some dear girl has given	E
Frail record of an hour as brief	D
As sunset clouds in heaven	E
But spreading purple twilight still	F
High over memory s shadowed hill	F
	-
They lie upon my pathway bleak	G
Those flowers that once ran wild	H
As on a father s careworn cheek	G
The ringlets of his child	H
The golden mingling with the gray	C
And stealing half its snows away	C
	-
What care I though the dust is spread	I
Around these yellow leaves	J
Or o er them his sarcastic thread	I
Oblivion s insect weaves	J
Though weeds are tangled on the stream	K
It still reflects my morning s beam	K
	-
And therefore love I such as smile	L
On these neglected songs	B
Nor deem that flattery s needless wile	L
My opening bosom wrongs	B
For who would trample at my side	M
A few pale buds my garden s pride	M
	-
It may be that my scanty ore	N
Long years have washed away	C
And where were golden sands before	N
Is naught but common clay	C
Still something sparkles in the sun	E
For memory to look back upon	O
	-
And when my name no more is heard	P
My lyre no more is known	Q
Still let me like a winter s bird	P
In silence and alone	Q
Fold over them the weary wing	R
Once flashing through the dews of spring	R
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Yes let my fancy fondly wrap	S
My youth in its decline	T
And riot in the rosy lap	S
Of thoughts that once were mine	T
And give the worm my little store	N
When the last reader reads no more	N

Oliver Wendell Holmes

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