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You will not come again / Along the deep-banked lane / To where the field and fold so long have missed you; / You know no more the way / To where, so many a day / Before the world grew gray, / Your lover kissed you.
The wonders and delights / Of London days and nights / Hold fast a soul not made for pastoral pleasures; / The scent of mignonette / Brings to you no regret, / No withered flowers lie yet / Among your treasures.
And I, who long for you / Sad and glad seasons through, / Find my grief's heart in knowing grief will find you; / Some day you too will sigh, / And lay a dead flower by, / And weep to see joy lie / At last behind you.
What though the flower you hide / With London wire be tied? / What though the heart that broke your heart be rotten? / You too at last must miss / The smile, the word, the kiss, / And know how hard it is / To be forgotten.