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/ The gentian and the bluebell so / Can change my calendar, / I know not how the year may go, / Or what the seasons are: / The months, in some mysterious wise, / Take their expression from her eyes.
/ The gentian speaks to memory / Of autumns long since gone, / When _her_ blue eyes smiled up at me, / And heaven was flushed with dawn: / 'T was autumn then and leaves were sere, / But in my heart 't was spring o' the year.
/ The bluebell says a message too / Of springs long passed away, / When in my eyes her eyes of blue / Gazed and 't was close of day: / Spring spread around her fragrant chart, / But it was autumn in my heart.