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I build of fair and fleeting things / A little home for Love, / In thickets where the linnet sings; / My house is roofed above / With aspen leaves, that never cease / Their whispering, though winds have peace.
And when the Autumn comes, the roof / Is shed in golden showers; / So sing I this for thy behoof, / Love passes with the flowers: / Ruined our house with wind and rain / Till Spring shall build it up again.
But though old age may dim our fire, / This first close kiss will keep / Sacred for us our old desire; / And though the heavens weep, / Its fragile memory will be / All of our life for thee and me.