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ANOTHER AUTUMN
The leaves again are glorious green and golden;
The child is gone
Whose laughter through the bright glades in the olden
Days lured me on.
The child is gone
Whose laughter through the bright glades in the olden
Days lured me on.
While as of old with sanguine autumn splendour
The wild woods shine,
Not as of old the young face soft and tender
Looks up to mine.
The wild woods shine,
Not as of old the young face soft and tender
Looks up to mine.
Once I could happier make a child's heart beating
With love of me
By word or touch, than all the high sun's greeting
Makes glad the sea.
With love of me
By word or touch, than all the high sun's greeting
Makes glad the sea.
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Now weary amid the self-same groves I wander;
As erst, they are fair:
But one gold gift shines not that once shone yonder—
A child's gold hair.
As erst, they are fair:
But one gold gift shines not that once shone yonder—
A child's gold hair.
One gentle thing that sounded sounds not ever—
A child's sweet tone:
One hand will seek the hollow of my hand never;
I am alone!
A child's sweet tone:
One hand will seek the hollow of my hand never;
I am alone!
1880.
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