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FAREWELL TO WINTER. 9
That fair-haired child
Had a dimpled cheek, And an eye half-veiled - In its quietness meek.
But a fearful change
Has passed over his brow, In its youthful pride
It is moldering now.
And the tiny feet
That in gladness roamed, Have left off their wand'rings
To lie in the tomb.
And his spirit has changed
Since we rambled here, For it dwells in the light
Of a purer sphere.
And I too have changed:
I am not the child, ., That gathered the blossoms
So joyous and wild!
Ah I a change has passed
O'er the thoughtless one, Like the earliest tints
Of the flower-leaf gone. |
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