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A CHANCE WOVND
“
Like
love too late returning comes the rain
Vpon the hopesick land;
How can the yellowing leaves grow green again,
Or perished buds expand?”
Vpon the hopesick land;
How can the yellowing leaves grow green again,
Or perished buds expand?”
Idly I spoke; but in her eyes I read
I know not what of yearning;
And very softly to herself she said:—
“Like love too late returning!”
I know not what of yearning;
And very softly to herself she said:—
“Like love too late returning!”
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