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RONDEAU.
Long ago, when youth was gay,
We two dreamed our lives should grow
Like two flowers in one sweet May—
And we told each other so.
You are gone: Time's fingers gray
Blind my eyes with showerèd snow:
Hope and youth look far away—
Long ago.
We two dreamed our lives should grow
Like two flowers in one sweet May—
And we told each other so.
You are gone: Time's fingers gray
Blind my eyes with showerèd snow:
Hope and youth look far away—
Long ago.
Yet the summer winds, I know,
Will blow soft, one perfect day,
Melt the snows and roses strow:
‘Ah, what cold winds used to blow
When I was alone,’ you'll say—
‘Long ago!’
Will blow soft, one perfect day,
Melt the snows and roses strow:
‘Ah, what cold winds used to blow
When I was alone,’ you'll say—
‘Long ago!’
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