i close my eyes
a fragrant remembrance
of jasmines
long ago
from whence
comes my hope
a fragrant remembrance
of jasmines
long ago
from whence
comes my hope
Where fall the tears of love,
the rose appears,
And where the moss is wet
with friendship's tears
Forget-me-not and violet,
heavenly blue, spring,
glittering with the cheerful
drops of dew.
William Cullen Bryant
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