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INTERREGNUM.
When fevered piteously with deep unrest,
My heart through days of yearning drearier feels
Than though in lands whence faded summer steals
It shivered among sere boughs, an empty nest,
Then, following her capricious mood's behest,
She at whose haughty feet my sad life kneels,
With rosy sorcery for one day reveals
The illusive smile that is her loveliest!
My heart through days of yearning drearier feels
Than though in lands whence faded summer steals
It shivered among sere boughs, an empty nest,
Then, following her capricious mood's behest,
She at whose haughty feet my sad life kneels,
With rosy sorcery for one day reveals
The illusive smile that is her loveliest!
Ah, then with happier change, I know not how,
This nest, my heart, whose vacant silence grieves,
Young carolling bird-throats charm, in sweet control;
But soon the inconstant smile grows dim ... and now
It is once more with me as though dead leaves
Were falling amid the autumn of my soul!
This nest, my heart, whose vacant silence grieves,
Young carolling bird-throats charm, in sweet control;
But soon the inconstant smile grows dim ... and now
It is once more with me as though dead leaves
Were falling amid the autumn of my soul!
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