Parading

Spring comes as sharply now as then—

It would be done the same again.
But if we had it all to do
But if we had it all to do
It would be done the same again.
It would be done the same again.
It was a spring that never came;
It was a spring that never came;
But we have lived enough to know
But we have lived enough to know
That what we never have, remains; —Sara Teasdale
That what we never have, remains;
—Sara Teasdale

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