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YET, O stricken heart, remember, O remember / How of human days he lived the better part.
April came to bloom and never dim December / Breathed its killing chills upon the head or heart.
Doomed to know not Winter, only Spring, a being / Trod the flowery April blithely for a while, / Took his fill of music, joy of thought and seeing, / Came and stayed and went, nor ever ceased to smile.
Came and stayed and went, and now when all is finished, / You alone have crossed the melancholy stream, / Yours the pang, but his, O his, the undiminished / Undecaying gladness, undeparted dream.
All that life contains of torture, toil, and treason, / Shame, dishonour, death, to him were but a name.
Here, a boy, he dwelt through all the singing season / And ere the day of sorrow departed as he came.
_Davos_, 1881.