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A LA CHALEVR DV JOVR
LANDS of our childish dreams,
Of flowers and happy streams,
Too far, too far beyond recall ye fade.
Children and butterflies,
What gain ye, growing wise,
To make amends for happiness decayed?
Of flowers and happy streams,
Too far, too far beyond recall ye fade.
Children and butterflies,
What gain ye, growing wise,
To make amends for happiness decayed?
The wood's enchanted ways,
Trees that were haunts of fays,
All, all have lost their spell; and what remains
Save memory, and troth-plight
With some far-off delight
For Eden's outcast, toiling on hot plains?
Trees that were haunts of fays,
All, all have lost their spell; and what remains
Save memory, and troth-plight
With some far-off delight
For Eden's outcast, toiling on hot plains?
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