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Once I walked the world enchanted / Through the scented woods of spring, / Hand in hand with Love, in rapture / Just to hear a bluebird sing.
Now the lonely winds of autumn / Moan about my gusty eaves, / As I sit beside the fire / Listening to the flying leaves.
As the dying embers settle / And the twilight falls apace, / Through the gloom I see a vision / Full of ardor, full of grace.
When the Architect of Beauty / Breathed the lyric soul in man, / Lo, the being that he fashioned / Was of such a mould and plan!
Bravely through the deepening shadows / Moves that figure half divine, / With its tenderness of bearing, / With its dignity of line.
Eyes more wonderful than evening / With the new moon on the hill, / Mouth with traces of God's humor / In its corners lurking still.
Ah, she smiles, in recollection; / Lays a hand upon my brow; / Rests this head upon Love's bosom! / Surely it is April now!