The tender blossom flutter down, Unloved, that beech will gather brown, This maple burn itself away; Unloved,
the sun-flower, shining fair,
Unloved,
by many a sandy bar,
Uncared
for, gird the windy grove,
Till
from the garden and the wild
As
year by year the labourer tills
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