Her Bloom

This isn’t her bloom

How it wastes in this room

See how tightly it clutches

Forbidding the gloom

In somebody’s garden

I know not the one

Her heart lies a-growin’

Love has begun

How precious the day

When her flower shall come

In the joy of the breeze

And the warth of the sun

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