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Ah! the golden mouth is stopped, / That so sweet was with its song, / Bright, and vehement as fire.
Grieve we, as a star had dropped / Out of Heaven's singing throng, / For the lord of our desire.
Bring we blossoms, lilies bring, / Such frail blooms as lured of old / Proserpina from the Hours: / All this April's lavishing, / Flame of sudden crocus-gold, / Sudden foam of starry flowers.
Spring hath slain the lord of Spring: / He, whose song was fire and dew, / Lieth in her lap, and slain / By her, whom he loved to sing, / As she came, with sandals blue, / Through the shifting rays, and rain.
Ah! the golden mouth is stopped / Whence the whole of April's song, / All her sudden, wilful fire, / All her stores of honey dropped.
Yet about our ways they throng, / Words he winged with his desire.