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I will tell you when they met: / In the limpid days of Spring; / Elder boughs were budding yet, / Oaken boughs looked wintry still, / But primrose and veined violet / In the mossful turf were set, / While meeting birds made haste to sing / And build with right good will.
I will tell you when they parted: / When plenteous Autumn sheaves were brown, / Then they parted heavy-hearted; / The full rejoicing sun looked down / As grand as in the days before; / Only they had lost a crown; / Only to them those days of yore / Could come back nevermore.
When shall they meet? I cannot tell, / Indeed, when they shall meet again, / Except some day in Paradise: / For this they wait, one waits in pain. / Beyond the sea of death love lies / Forever, yesterday, to-day; / Angels shall ask them, "Is it well? " / And they shall answer, "Yea. "