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September 1922

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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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"Well to the weeds no more,..."

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