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LYRICS AND LEGENDS.
WHAT THE CROCUS SAID.
MONTH after month, and day by day,
Beneath sweet mother earth I lay,
And slept and woke, and slept again,
Lulled by the whispering winds and rain.
At times, within my shrouded bed
I felt the restless, hurrying tread
Of human steps, and caught the beat
