'Tis just a bunch of blossoms, Of April's burst of bloom, Wee pink and snowy blossoms, Dew-ladened with perfume; A breath of vernal sweetness, A token of the Spring, When love awakes to passion And fancy's on the wing. A little bunch of blossoms, So sweet, so pure, so fair, prom out the woodland gathered And sent to me with care. What motive caused the person To send them thus to me? An offering of friendship, Or love,— it cannot be. A bunch of April blossoms, That droop and fade and die, And none to mourn in sorrow, And no one sad, save I. But, though the blossoms perish And petals windward drift, I still shall love their mem'ry And the giver of the gift. But who has sent them to me? I do not knOw,—unless It is,—well—let me see, I wonder . could r guess?
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