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You left me with the autumn time; / When winter stripped the forest bare, / Then dressed it in his spotless rime; / When frosts were lurking in the air / You left me here and went away. / The winds were cold; you could not stay.
You sought a warmer clime, until / The south wind, artful maid, should break / The winter's trumpets, and should fill / The air with songs of birds; and wake / The sleeping blossoms on the plain / And make the brooks to flow again.