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AUTUMN SONG.
The summer days are ended;
The after-glow is gone;
The nights grow long and eerie:
The winds awake to moan;
The pleasant leaves are fading;
The friendly swallows flee;
Yet welcome is the Winter
That brings my Love to me.
The after-glow is gone;
The nights grow long and eerie:
The winds awake to moan;
The pleasant leaves are fading;
The friendly swallows flee;
Yet welcome is the Winter
That brings my Love to me.
No voice of bird now ripples
The air; no wood-walk rings!
But in my happy bosom
The soul of Music sings;
It sings of clearest heaven,
And summers yet to be;
Then welcome to the Winter
That brings my Love to me.
The air; no wood-walk rings!
But in my happy bosom
The soul of Music sings;
It sings of clearest heaven,
And summers yet to be;
Then welcome to the Winter
That brings my Love to me.
A world of gathered sunshine
Is this warm heart of mine,
Where life hath heaped the fruitage,
And love hath hid the wine.
And though there's not a flower
In field, nor leaf on tree;
Yet welcome is the Winter
That brings my Love to me.
Is this warm heart of mine,
Where life hath heaped the fruitage,
And love hath hid the wine.
And though there's not a flower
In field, nor leaf on tree;
Yet welcome is the Winter
That brings my Love to me.
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