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When in the early dawn I hear the thrushes, / And like a flood of waters o'er my heart / The memory of another summer rushes, / How can I rise up, and perform my part?
When in the languid eve I hear the wailing / Of the uncomforted sad mourning dove, / Whose grief, like mine, seems deep as unavailing, / What will I do with all this wealth of love?
When the sweet rain falls over hills and meadows, / And the tall poplar's silver leaves are wet, / And, like my soul, the world seems draped in shadow, / How shall I hush this passionate regret?
When the wild bee is wooing the red clover, / And the fair rose smiles on the butterfly, / Missing thy smile and kiss, O love, my lover, / Who on God's earth so desolate as I?
My tortured senses new despair will borrow / From those reminders of a vanished day, / That was as full of joy as this of sorrow -- / O beautiful, sad summer keep away!