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SUMMERS HAVE PASSED
Summers have passed—yea, many a glowing morn,And many a moonlit wonderful soft night
Since thou wast from my eager longing torn;
Yea, since that day full many a rosebud bright
Hath bloomed amid the fields of our delight,
And the great golden stars have glimmered down
On many passions as they reached their height.
How many loves have granted love's sweet crown,
While love's old petals withered yet and brown
Remain for me—no hand but thine can give
Bloom to the leaves that darken 'neath thy frown,
Bloom, and the splendid power to bud and live
With laughing new-born lustre, and divine
Perfume more sweet than rain-kissed eglantine.
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