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Joy by daytime
Graceless faces,
Fair and fruitless
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A SONG IN SEASON.
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xviii.
Fills his playtime
Full of songs loud mirth takes pride in;
Night and morrow
Weave round sorrow
Thoughts as soft as sleep to hide in.
xix.
Loveless graces,
Are but motes in light that quicken,
Sands that run down
Ere the sundown,
Roseleaves dead ere autumn sicken.
xx.
Charms are bootless
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