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LXXXVIII. THE LONG, LONG, LONG AGO.
I
Faint from afar come the echoesOf the long, long, long ago,
They whisper in the foliage,
As it trembles to and fro,
Or swoon on the heart of midnight,
When the wild winds come and go,
All, all the tender fancies
Of the long, long, long ago.
II
Alas! that we cannot recall themIn their early youthful glow!
Nor the faces of those who loved us
In the happy long ago!
They dwindle away to shadows—
We know them, yet fail to know,
Fading, vanishing, dying,
In the mists of the long ago!
Interludes and Undertones, or, Music at Twilight | ||