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When daisy-snow abides no more / In fields that long for freshening rains, / The goldenrod, the flower you wore, / Leans out beside the lanes:
Leans softly, with the look of one / Who has a tender word to say; / Then, feeling breezes warm with sun, / Turns unconfessed away.
O'er lichened wall, o'er languid brook, / By her my spirit is caressed, / This golden girl, whom oft you took, / Companion, to your breast:
Who strives, with deftest maiden art, / Your moods and manners to repeat, / As stirred her still the gentle heart / She felt so often beat.
Forgive her, dear, for friendship's sake, / Though all too close she feign your ways! / Since now the sight of her can make, / In sad and sunless days,
On all the world a sudden shine, / A flood of sunlight glad and mild, / Till song, in these still thoughts of mine, / Breaks forth as though you smiled!