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When Summer brooded on her garden-plot
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But far away in Megalopolis
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You know, Caecilius, all the dreariness
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I drained the tankard to the very dregs
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There came a dream to me. 'Twas Marigold!
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Still may the soft susurrus of the bee
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The Two Worlds
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Salad: After Browning
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Salad: After Swinburne
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Salad: After Tennyson
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