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2.
Love, if I held thee dear,
If in thy sun-filled air
Fain was I still to fare,
Glad in thy golden year,
Yet of thy changeful cheer
Weary I waxed, of fair
Shifting to foul fore'er,
Smile growing frown, hope fear.
If in thy sun-filled air
Fain was I still to fare,
Glad in thy golden year,
Yet of thy changeful cheer
Weary I waxed, of fair
Shifting to foul fore'er,
Smile growing frown, hope fear.
Now is thy time fordone;
Evening upon thy day
Come is, for storm and sun
Peace, with her skies of gray.
Tag ohne Trost is none,
Autumn as well as May.
Evening upon thy day
Come is, for storm and sun
Peace, with her skies of gray.
Tag ohne Trost is none,
Autumn as well as May.
Love is a mid-Spring day;
Peace an October night.
Oft, in its mid-delight,
Cometh a storm in May,
Wasteth its fair array:
Canker and rust and blight
Feed on its lovely might,
Sweeping its sweets away.
Peace an October night.
Oft, in its mid-delight,
Cometh a storm in May,
Wasteth its fair array:
Canker and rust and blight
Feed on its lovely might,
Sweeping its sweets away.
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Over October's skies
Scant is the sun of power;
Yet is it fair and wise;
Stirless of storm and shower,
Lightning and blast, it lies,
Calm and content its dower.
Scant is the sun of power;
Yet is it fair and wise;
Stirless of storm and shower,
Lightning and blast, it lies,
Calm and content its dower.
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