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IRONY

ALWAYS, sweetheart,
     Carry into your room the blossoming boughs of
         cherry,
     Almond and apple and pear diffuse with light, that
         very
     Soon strews itself on the floor; and keep the radiance
         of spring
     Fresh quivering; keep the sunny-swift March-days
         waiting
     In a little throng at your door, and admit the one
         who is plaiting
     Her hair for womanhood, and play awhile with her,
         then bid her depart.

         A come and go of March-day loves
         Through the flower-vine, trailing screen;
            A fluttering in of doves.
         Then a launch abroad of shrinking doves
         Over the waste where no hope is seen
         Of open hands:
                    Dance in and out
         Small-bosomed girls of the spring of love,
         With a bubble of laughter, and shrilly shout
         Of mirth; then the dripping of tears on your
             glove.