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As violets so
be I recluse and sweet,
Cheerful as daisies
unaccounted rare,
Still sunward-gazing from a lowly
seat,
Still sweetening wintry air.
While
half-awakened Spring lags incomplete,
While lofty
forest trees tower bleak and bare,
Daisies and
violets own remotest heat
And bloom and make them
fair.
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