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BLIGHTED FLOWERS.
This morning when I came among the flowers,
The flowers that to tend were my delight,
A chilling change had touched them through the watches,
The watches of the frosty Autumn night;
And mournfully I looked upon their faces,
Their faces dim and piteous with blight.
The flowers that to tend were my delight,
A chilling change had touched them through the watches,
The watches of the frosty Autumn night;
And mournfully I looked upon their faces,
Their faces dim and piteous with blight.
“Oh, surely,” to my heart in grief I whispered,
I whispered so my heart alone could hear,
“The sorrowful Death-Angel, while we slumbered,
We slumbered, heart of mine, and had no fear,
About our precious flower-land has wandered,
Has wandered and has left its beauties drear.”
I whispered so my heart alone could hear,
“The sorrowful Death-Angel, while we slumbered,
We slumbered, heart of mine, and had no fear,
About our precious flower-land has wandered,
Has wandered and has left its beauties drear.”
And then it seemed as if my heart made answer,
Made answer sweetly, softly: “Months ago
Along these very paths we came, one morning,
One morning when you bade me thrill to know
That bounteously your crocuses had blossomed,
Had blossomed in a golden overflow.
Made answer sweetly, softly: “Months ago
Along these very paths we came, one morning,
One morning when you bade me thrill to know
That bounteously your crocuses had blossomed,
Had blossomed in a golden overflow.
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“And ‘surely,’ I remember that you whispered,
You whispered by the glowing garden-plot,
‘The radiant Life-Angel, as we slumbered,
We slumbered, heart of mine, and knew it not,
About my precious flower-land has wandered,
Has wandered and has glorified the spot.’”
You whispered by the glowing garden-plot,
‘The radiant Life-Angel, as we slumbered,
We slumbered, heart of mine, and knew it not,
About my precious flower-land has wandered,
Has wandered and has glorified the spot.’”
“Dear heart,” I said, “consoling hope thou lendest,
Thou lendest faith, while dismal winter lowers,
And biddest me devoutly to be mindful,
Be mindful that among these ruined bowers
The radiant Life-Angel yet shall wander,
Shall wander, re-illumining my flowers!”
Thou lendest faith, while dismal winter lowers,
And biddest me devoutly to be mindful,
Be mindful that among these ruined bowers
The radiant Life-Angel yet shall wander,
Shall wander, re-illumining my flowers!”
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