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I, too, often shrivel the grey shreds,
Sniff them and think and sniff again and try
Once more to think what it is I am remembering,
Always in vain. I cannot like the scent,
Yet I would rather give up others more sweet,
With no meaning, than this bitter one.

— Edward Thomas

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This Eastertide call into mind the men,
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Have gathered them and will do never again.

The simple lack
Of her is more to me
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