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PARADISE LOST.
AND we are in the winter,
Sadly chilled with frost and snow!
Oh, how strange amid my memories
Seems last summer's rosy glow.
Sadly chilled with frost and snow!
Oh, how strange amid my memories
Seems last summer's rosy glow.
When your bright eyes opened on me
Like two dew-filled lotus flowers,
When I saw myself reflected
In the depths of Heaven's bowers.
Like two dew-filled lotus flowers,
When I saw myself reflected
In the depths of Heaven's bowers.
But in my deepest rapture
It all vanished—and I fell
Back to artificial roses:—
Heavenly lotus, fare thee well!
It all vanished—and I fell
Back to artificial roses:—
Heavenly lotus, fare thee well!
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