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PINK HONEYSUCKLE, by                    
First Line: Let beauty call to me
Last Line: Where honeysuckle blows.
Subject(s): Honeysuckle


Let Beauty call to me;
Pink boughs, drift near;
I shall come back to see
Each dawning year,

When Beauty's warm embrace
Shall be withdrawn,
In that chill narrow place
Where is no dawn.

There in the new cool clay
Spring will be colder;
Beauty will go her way,
I cannot hold her.

But, oh, I shall remember
The warm pink flush that flows
And bursts in rosy splendor,
Where honeysuckle blows.





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