When you are gone, there is nor bloom nor leaf,
Nor singing sea at night, nor silver birds;
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The stars are soft as flowers, and as near;
The hills are webs of shadow, slowly spun;
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By the time you swear you're his,
Shivering and sighing,
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Razors pain you;
Rivers are damp;
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Oh, life is a glorious cycle of song,
A medley of extemporanea;
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When I consider, pro and con,
What things my love is built upon --
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The same to me are sombre days and gay.
Though joyous dawns the rosy morn, and bright,
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The ladies men admire, I've heard,
Would shudder at a wicked word.
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Men seldom make passes
At girls who wear glasses.
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Oh, I can smile for you, and tilt my head,
And drink your rushing words with eager lips,
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Now it's over, and now it's done;
Why does everything look the same?
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If I don't drive around the park,
I'm pretty sure to make my mark.
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Love has gone a-rocketing.
That is not the worst;
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Whose love is given over-well
Shall look on Helen's face in hell,
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Four be the things I am wiser to know:
Idleness, sorrow, a friend, and a foe.
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Lilacs blossom just as sweet
Now my heart is shattered.
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Death's the lover that I'd be taking;
Wild and fickle and fierce is he.
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I met a man the other day-
A kindly man, and serious-
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Oh, I'd been better dying,
Oh, I was slow and sad;
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I always saw, I always said
If I were grown and free,
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They say He was a serious child,
And quiet in His ways;
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My heart went fluttering with fear
Lest you should go, and leave me here
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For this my mother wrapped me warm,
And called me home against the storm,
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If I had a shiny gun,
I could have a world of fun
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Oh, there once was a lady, and so I've been told,
Whose lover grew weary, whose lover grew cold.
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I'm wearied of wearying love, my friend,
Of worry and strain and doubt;
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Too long and quickly have I lived to vow
The woe that stretches me shall never wane,
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Lady, lady, never start
Conversation toward your heart;
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You are brief and frail and blue-
Little sisters, I am, too.
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There was a rose that faded young;
I saw its shattered beauty hung
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