To a Friend Who Delays to Write
Springtime goes,
Comes the rose,—
Ne'er a letter yet!
Summer's reign
O'er again,—
Still he doth forget!
Autumn fast
Slideth past,—
Can he mean to let
Winter drear
End the year,—
End, and still forget?
Comes the rose,—
Ne'er a letter yet!
Summer's reign
O'er again,—
Still he doth forget!
Autumn fast
Slideth past,—
Can he mean to let
Winter drear
End the year,—
End, and still forget?
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