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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=374688" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Three Songs Of Shattering</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=374688" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">I</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=374688" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">The first rose on my rose-tree<br> Budded, bloomed, and shattered,<br>During sad days when to me<br> Nothing mattered.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=374688" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Grief of grief has drained me clean;<br> Still it seems a pity<br>No one saw,—it must have been<br> Very pretty.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=374688" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"> II</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=374688" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Let the little birds sing;<br> Let the little lambs play;<br>Spring is here; and so 'tis spring;—<br> But not in the old way!</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=374688" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">I recall a place<br> Where a plum-tree grew;<br>There you lifted up your face,<br> And blossoms covered you.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=374688" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">If the little birds sing,<br> And the little lambs play,<br>Spring is here; and so 'tis spring—<br> But not in the old way!</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=374688" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"> III</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=374688" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">All the dog-wood blossoms are underneath the tree!<br> Ere spring was going—ah, spring is gone!<br>And there comes no summer to the like of you and me,—<br> Blossom time is early, but no fruit sets on.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=374688" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">All the dog-wood blossoms are underneath the tree,<br> Browned at the edges, turned in a day;<br>And I would with all my heart they trimmed a mound for me,<br> And weeds were tall on all the paths that led that way!</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Edna+St.+Vincent+Millay">Edna St. Vincent Millay</a></strong></div>

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