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TO –

When we first met, dark wintry skies were glooming,

And the wild winds sang requiem to the year;

But thou, in all thy beauty’s pride wert blooming,

And my young heart knew hope without a fear.

When we last parted, summer suns were smiling,

And the bright earth her flowery vesture wore;

But thou hadst lost the power of beguiling,

For my wrecked, wearied heart, could hope no more.