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Lydia.
By Madison Julius Cawein
When Autumn's here and days are short,
Let LYDIA laugh and, hey!
Straightway 't is May-day in my heart,
And blossoms strew the way.
When Summer's here and days are long,
Let LYDIA sigh and, ho!
December's fields I walk among,
And shiver in the snow.
No matter what the Seasons are,
My LYDIA is so dear,
My soul admits no Calendar
Of earth when she is near.
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