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the seasons in italy—winter.
III.
Silent are the ice-bound streams,
All the forest bare and drear.
Youth is dead, with all its dreams,
Voiceless, leafless, like the year.
All the forest bare and drear.
Youth is dead, with all its dreams,
Voiceless, leafless, like the year.
IV.
Do I weep that May is past?
Do I mourn no summer glow,
Nor its crimson roses, cast
Love and life upon thy brow?
Do I mourn no summer glow,
Nor its crimson roses, cast
Love and life upon thy brow?
V.
Oh my pale December roses,
More I prize your faithful bloom,
Shedding fragrance, ere it closes,
On my life's dejected gloom!
More I prize your faithful bloom,
Shedding fragrance, ere it closes,
On my life's dejected gloom!
VI.
Hope deceived me; love is over
Life is fading in my breast.
Roses, let your blossoms cover
Lonely tomb and peaceful rest!
Life is fading in my breast.
Roses, let your blossoms cover
Lonely tomb and peaceful rest!
