September 1922
Well to the weeds no more, The laurels are all cut, The bowers are bare of bay That once the Muses wore; The year draws in the day And soon will evening shut: The laurels all are cut, Well to the woods no more. Oh well no more, no more To the leafy woods away, To the high wild woods of laurel And the bowers of bay no more.
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