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Omens and Dreams
There was a moaning in earth and air
The day we parted,
And a wind went by like the breath of despair
To the broken-hearted;
But little we dreamed of the coming pain,
As we murmured low, To meet again!
The day we parted,
And a wind went by like the breath of despair
To the broken-hearted;
But little we dreamed of the coming pain,
As we murmured low, To meet again!
But a yellow sunset lit the West,
And the snow-clad trees
Bowed to the leaden water's breast
In the pitiless breeze.
Farewell, we said, Farewell for a day!
But the sad wind sighed, Farewell for aye!
And the snow-clad trees
Bowed to the leaden water's breast
In the pitiless breeze.
Farewell, we said, Farewell for a day!
But the sad wind sighed, Farewell for aye!
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