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The Winter and the Summer days,
The city's fog, the dreamy haze
That hovers o'er the country grass
Hanging betwixt the earth and sky
When black against its pink and gold
At eventide, the trees enroll'd
Stand like some dark conspiracy;
Sable accomplices of Night
In the forced murder she has done,
Helping to hide the dying sun
Dragg'd down from his imperial height
And sinking in his gory bed—
My love! all hours and days may go
And leave no trace, yet in the glow
Of dying suns, and moons that shed
A calmer light; and in the stars
And indefatigable waves,
And in the faint gold streak that laves
The last forsaken ocean bars—
There art thou ever; all in vain
I ask some sign of life from thee
Yet I believe thou liv'st to me
In all I love in life, again,
And somewhere, in land, sky or sea,
I have a hope I cannot kill
That there my loving or my will
May give thee back again to me!
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