When I remember something which I had, But which is gone, and I must do without, I sometimes wonder how I can be glad, Even in cowslip time when hedges sprout; It makes me sigh to think on it,--but yet My days will not be better days, should I forget.
The streams, rejoiced that winter's work is done, Talk of to-morrow's cowslips as they run.
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