Lays from the West by M. A. Nicholl
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IN WINTER DAYS. Spring, and Summer-time, and Autumn Now are flown- Dreamy noontides--mellow sunsets-- Balmy twilights--all are gone! Hope's bright visions, carmine-tinted, Where are they? Dreams that mocked us in the sunlight Now in Winter pass'd away. Joy shall reign when Spring returning Wakes the flowers That the tender Earth has guarded Safely thro' the Winter hours; But the sad winds round me sighing Seem to sing She hath treasures in her bosom That she cannot yield in Spring! And I weep in yearning sadness, Worse than vain, For the vanished joys that Summer Ne'er can bring to me again! |
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