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 "title": "Celandine",
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 "poet": "Edward Thomas",
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 "book": "Last Poems",
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    "text": "Thinking of her had saddened me at first,",
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   {
    "text": "Until I saw the sun on the celandines lie",
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    "text": "Redoubled, and she stood up like a flame,",
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    "text": "A living thing, not what before I nursed,",
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    "text": "The shadow I was growing to love almost,",
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    "text": "The phantom, not the creature with bright eye",
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    "text": "That I had thought never to see, once lost.",
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    "text": "She found the celandines of February",
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    "text": "Always before us all. Her nature and name",
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    "text": "Were like those flowers, and now immediately",
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   {
    "text": "For a short swift eternity back she came,",
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    "text": "Beautiful, happy, simply as when she wore",
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    "text": "Her brightest bloom among the winter hues",
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    "text": "Of all the world; and I was happy too,",
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    "text": "Seeing the blossoms and the maiden who",
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    "text": "Had seen them with me Februarys before,",
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    "text": "Bending to them as in and out she trod",
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    "text": "And laughed, with locks sweeping the mossy sod.",
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    "text": "But this was a dream: the flowers were not true,",
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    "text": "Until I stooped to pluck from the grass there",
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    "text": "One of five petals and I smelt the juice",
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    "text": "Which made me sigh, remembering she was no more,",
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    "text": "Gone like a never perfectly recalled air.",
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