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IN TUSCANY: MINOR NOTES; TWELVE RISPETTI: 11 by CORA RANDALL FABBRI

First Line: I LEAVE THE FIELDS WITH ALL THEIR BOLD BRIGHT FLOWERS
Last Line: AND BRING MY OLD DEAD JOYS TO THE OLD TREES.
I leave the fields with all their bold bright flowers,
With all their mellow sun and song of streams,
To seek the woods that have calm twilight hours—
The sleeping woods, whose birds are spoken dreams.
I leave the fields to such as smile and sing,
To such as find new joys in the new Spring.
I leave the new Spring joys to the young leas,
And bring my old dead joys to the old trees.



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