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I / Sunflowers wither and lilies die, / Poppies are pods of seeds; / The first red leaves on the pathway lie, / Like blood of a heart that bleeds.
Weary alway will it be to-day, / Weary and wan and wet; / Dawn and noon will the clouds hang gray, / And the autumn wind will sigh and say, / "He comes not yet, not yet.
Weary alway, alway!"
II / Hollyhocks bend all tattered and torn, / Marigolds all are gone; / The last pale rose lies all forlorn, / Like love that is trampled on.
Weary, ah me! to-night will be, / Weary and wild and hoar; / Rain and mist will blow from the sea, / And the wind will sob in the autumn tree, / "He comes no more, no more.
Weary, ah me! ah me!"