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AGAMEDE'S SONG, FR. THE CITY, by             Poet's Biography
First Line: Grow, grow, thou little tree
Last Line: Would rest the changing seasons through.
Subject(s): Trees


Grow, grow, thou little tree,
His body at the roots of thee;
Since last year's loveliness in death
The living beauty nourisheth.

Bloom, bloom, thou little tree,
Thy roots around the heart of me;
Thou canst not blow too white and fair
From all the sweetness hidden there.

Die, die, thou little tree,
And be as all sweet things must be;
Deep where thy petals drift I, too,
Would rest the changing seasons through.








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