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Once so loved by thee, Think of her who wove them, Her who made thee love them,
O then remember me.
When, around thee dying, Autumn leaves are lying,
O then remember me ! And, at night, when gazing On the gay hearth blazing,
O still remember me. Then should music, stealing
All the soul of feeling, To thy heart appealing,
Draw one tear from thee; Then let memory bring thee Strains I used to sing thee,—
O then remember me. |
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I KNEW BY THE SMOKE
KNEW by the smoke that so gracefully curled
Above the green elms, that a cottage was near, And I said : " If there's peace to be found in the world, The heart that is humble might hope for it here." |
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It was noon, and on flowers that languished around, In silence reposed the voluptuous bee;
Every leaf was at rest, and I heard not a sound, Save the woodpecker's tapping the hollow beech-tree. |
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