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268 KATHARINE TYNAN
The Spring will come by Meuse and Marne, The birds be blithesome in the tree.
I heap the stones to make his cairn Where many sleep as sound as he.
— Katharine Tynan.
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268 KATHARINE TYNAN
The Spring will come by Meuse and Marne, The birds be blithesome in the tree.
I heap the stones to make his cairn Where many sleep as sound as he.
— Katharine Tynan.
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