Whats a poem that you love?

think never blows red
rose buried caesar bled;
every hyacinth garden wears
dropt in lap once lovely head.

there door found no key;
there veil through not see;
little talk awhile of me , thee
there was---and no more of thee , me.

come fill cup,and in fire of spring
winter-garment of repentance fling:
bird of time has little way
flutter---and bird on wing.

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