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LOVE'S EPILOGUE |
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LOVE'S EPILOGUE
When summer dies
There's an end of singing;
Dumb tears are springing
To wistful eyes,
At the death of summer
When the swallow flies,
His swift course winging
To softer skies.
There's an end of singing;
Dumb tears are springing
To wistful eyes,
At the death of summer
When the swallow flies,
His swift course winging
To softer skies.
Ev'n so, most sweet,
Is song time departed,
And we are parted,
As was most meet,
At the death of summer,
At the year's defeat,
To cry sad hearted,
That love is fleet.
Is song time departed,
And we are parted,
As was most meet,
At the death of summer,
At the year's defeat,
To cry sad hearted,
That love is fleet.
Now all is said,
It were ill to tarry,
With tears to harry,
Love that is dead.
In the chill of autumn,
When the leaves are shed,
His corse we carry,
To earth, his bed.
It were ill to tarry,
With tears to harry,
Love that is dead.
In the chill of autumn,
When the leaves are shed,
His corse we carry,
To earth, his bed.
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Ah, look not there,
To where Love reposes!
Till tired life closes,
Be fain! Beware!
In the chill of autumn,—
Ah, forget thee where
With rue and roses,
Thou hid'st Love's bier
To where Love reposes!
Till tired life closes,
Be fain! Beware!
In the chill of autumn,—
Ah, forget thee where
With rue and roses,
Thou hid'st Love's bier
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