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I. When all the world was white with flowers, / And Summer, in her sun-built towers, / Stood smiling 'mid her handmaid Hours, / Who robed her limbs for bridal; / Somewhere between the golden sands / And purple hills of Folly's lands, / Love, with a laugh, let go our hands, / And left our sides to idle.
II. Now all the world is red with doom, / And Autumn, in her frost-carved room, / Bends darkly o'er the gipsy loom / Of memories she weaves there; / Who knocks at night upon the door, / All travel-worn and pale and poor? -- / Open! and let him in once more, / The Love that stands and grieves there.