Upon a broken stem.
I heard them say, ‘What need to care
With roses budding everywhere?’
I did not answer them.
There was a bird, brought down to die;
They said, ‘A hundred fill the sky-
What reason to be sad?’
There was a girl, whose lover fled;
I did not wait, the while they said,
‘There’s many another lad.’

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