Remembrance
Swifter far than summer's flight--Swifter far than youth's delight--Swifter far than happy night,Art thou come and gone--As the earth when leaves are dead,As the night when sleep is sped,As the heart when joy is fled,I am left lone, alone.
The swallow summer comes again--The owlet night resumes her reign--But the wild-swan youth is fainTo fly with thee, false as thou.--My heart each day desires the morrow;Sleep itself is turned to sorrow;Vainly would my winter borrowSunny leaves from any bough.
Lilies for a bridal bed--Roses for a matron's head--Violets for a maiden dead--Pansies let MY flowers be:On the living grave I bearScatter them without a tear--Let no friend, however dear,Waste one hope, one fear for me.
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