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IN a drear-nighted December,Too happy, happy tree,Thy branches ne'er rememberTheir green felicity:The north cannot undo them,With a sleety whistle through them;Nor frozen thawings glue themFrom budding at the prime.
In a drear-nighted December,Too happy, happy brook,Thy bubblings ne'er rememberApollo's summer look;But with a sweet forgetting,They stay their crystal fretting,Never, never pettingAbout the frozen time.
Ah! would 'twere so with manyA gentle girl and boy!But were there ever anyWrithed not at passed joy?To know the change and feel it,When there is none to heal it,Nor numbed sense to steal it,Was never said in rhyme.
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