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First Line: Let dew the flowers fill; / no need of fell despair
Last Line: Death's arrow oft is love's.
Subject(s): Flowers


Let dew the flowers fill;
No need of fell despair,
Though to the grave you bear
One still of soul -- but now too still,
One fair -- but now too fair.
For, beneath your feet, the mound,
And the waves, that play around,
Have meaning in their grassy, and their watery, smiles;
And, with a thousand sunny wiles,
Each says, as he reproves,
Death's arrow oft is Love's.





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