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?
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