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Love is but a flower Trembling as it grows, Bedewed in every shower Fading as it grows. Love is but a dream A day dream of the heart A glimpse of heaven between Breaking clouds that part. The woods are leafless neath their shade No lovers walk or birds now sing. Can love or song with dull leaves fade? Ah! do they grow but with the Spring? But Winter sweeping on the ground Her name bears on his stormy wing And thrilling memory at the sound Casts o’er my heart eternal spring.