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[32. Winter had fled into his northern home]
Winter had fled into his northern home—
The voice of waters to my charmed ear
Rose as rejoicing that the spring had come
To bless yon vale to me forever dear—
And with the sound melodious did arise
Upon my soul the sense of former joys,
As though the spirit of departed years
Dwelt in that music soft unmix'd with tears—
The voice of waters to my charmed ear
Rose as rejoicing that the spring had come
To bless yon vale to me forever dear—
And with the sound melodious did arise
Upon my soul the sense of former joys,
As though the spirit of departed years
Dwelt in that music soft unmix'd with tears—
But sadness sits upon my heart and spring
Comes not with wonted gladness, pleasantly;
But sorrow, gloom, sit darkly on her wing
And though she smiles—her smiles are not for me;
For sickness lays its withering hand, alas!
On one who loves to watch the early grass
And buds come forth and flowers that gently send
Abroad their fragrance sweet—my kindest friend!
Comes not with wonted gladness, pleasantly;
But sorrow, gloom, sit darkly on her wing
And though she smiles—her smiles are not for me;
For sickness lays its withering hand, alas!
On one who loves to watch the early grass
And buds come forth and flowers that gently send
Abroad their fragrance sweet—my kindest friend!
Catskill
May 23, 1836
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