 | The poems and sonnets of Louise Chandler Moulton |  |
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IN BOHEMIA.
I came between the glad green hills,
Whereon the summer sunshine lay,
And all the world was young that day,
As when the Spring's soft laughter thrills
The pulses of the waking May—
You were alive—yet scarce I knew
The world was glad because of you.
Whereon the summer sunshine lay,
And all the world was young that day,
As when the Spring's soft laughter thrills
The pulses of the waking May—
You were alive—yet scarce I knew
The world was glad because of you.
I came between the sad green hills,
Whereon the summer twilight lay,
And all the world was old that day,
And hoary age forgets the thrills
That woke the pulses of the May—
And you were dead—too well I knew
The world was sad because of you.
Whereon the summer twilight lay,
And all the world was old that day,
And hoary age forgets the thrills
That woke the pulses of the May—
And you were dead—too well I knew
The world was sad because of you.
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