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All through the night time, and all through the day time, / Dreading the morning and dreading the night, / Nearer and nearer we drift to the May time / Season of beauty and season of blight, / Leaves on the linden, and sun on the meadow, / Green in the garden, and bloom everywhere, / Gloom in my heart, and a terrible shadow, / Walks by me, sits by me, stands by my chair.
Oh, but the birds by the brooklet are cheery, / Oh, but the woods show such delicate greens, / Strange how you droop and how soon you are weary- / Too well I know what that weariness means. / But how could I know in the crisp winter weather / (Though sometimes I noticed a catch in your breath), / Riding and singing and dancing together, / How could I know you were racing with death?