FOR CUPID DEAD.
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So dead he is, who once was so alive!
In-summer, when the ardent days were long,
He was as warm as June, as gay and glad
As any bird that swelled its throat with song.
In-summer, when the ardent days were long,
He was as warm as June, as gay and glad
As any bird that swelled its throat with song.
So dead! yet all things were his ministers,—
All birds and blossoms, and the joyous June:
Would they had died, and kept sweet Love alive
Since he is gone, the world is out of tune.
All birds and blossoms, and the joyous June:
Would they had died, and kept sweet Love alive
Since he is gone, the world is out of tune.
