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<p>O month whose promise and fulfilment blend,<br/>
And burst in one! it seems the earth can store<br/>
In all her roomy house no treasure more;<br/>
Of all her wealth no farthing have to spend<br/>
On fruit, when once this stintless flowering end.<br/>
And yet no tiniest flower shall fall before<br/>
It hath made ready at its hidden core<br/>
Its tithe of seed, which we may count and tend<br/>
Till harvest. Joy of blossomed love, for thee<br/>
Seems it no fairer thing can yet have birth?<br/>
No room is left for deeper ecstasy?<br/>
Watch well if seeds grow strong, to scatter free<br/>
Germs for thy future summers on the earth.<br/>
A joy which is but joy soon comes to dearth.</p>
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