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SENTIMENTALISM
I love—and you, if you remember well—
These long autumnal twilights faintly shed
That slowly die while slow the vesper bell
Shakes solemn notes across the river's bed.
These long autumnal twilights faintly shed
That slowly die while slow the vesper bell
Shakes solemn notes across the river's bed.
Do you as I in chill forsaken hours
Find blown from gardens of your memory
Strange faded fragrance of ungathered flowers,
And with their scents remember wistfully
Find blown from gardens of your memory
Strange faded fragrance of ungathered flowers,
And with their scents remember wistfully
Soft steps that passed between the resting herds,
Along dim meads beneath the silent sky,
Light touch of hands or lips, light whispered words
That I shall not forget until I die?
Along dim meads beneath the silent sky,
Light touch of hands or lips, light whispered words
That I shall not forget until I die?
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