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C.D. Warner, et al., comp. The Library of the World’s Best Literature.
An Anthology in Thirty Volumes. 1917.

Red May

By Agnes Mary Frances Robinson (1857–1944)

OUT of the window the trees in the square

Are covered with crimson May:

You, that were all of my love and my care,

Have broken my heart to-day.

But though I have lost you, and though I despair

Till even the past looks gray,—

Out of the window the trees in the square

Are covered with crimson May.