Thinking of her had saddened me at first,
Until I saw the sun on the celandines lie
Redoubled, and she stood up like a flame,
A living thing, not what before I nursed,
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This poem is pretty special for me, he looks happy with the 'brightest bloom' though, at last, he discovers 'the flowers were not true'; like to other poem (birds) he looks very lonely, but not he has many lovers; the rain, the kettles, the flowers relieve his troubles.
Why all of us are not so happy, all of us can have the same lovers, reading his poetry.
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This poem is pretty special for me, he looks happy with the 'brightest bloom' though, at last, he discovers 'the flowers were not true'; like to other poem (birds) he looks very lonely, but not he has many lovers; the rain, the kettles, the flowers relieve his troubles. Why all of us are not so happy, all of us can have the same lovers, reading his poetry.