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All! where are now those sunny hours
 So smiled on from above?
And where are now those blissful bowers
 Through which we loved to rove?
And where the fragrance of those flowers
 Whose every breath was love?

I see nought by the Summer's bier
 Of all she loved of yore;
Where is the brightness of her skies,
 The wild-flower wreath she wore?
Oh! have they followed to decay,
 Or did they go before?

Many have gone, but few remain
 As mourners o'er the tomb
Of parted Summer—there to shed
 A kind of wild perfume;
And from her silent halls disperse
 The darkness of their gloom.

And is this all? Are there no more,
 To mourn for Summer fled?
To breathe a prayer above her tomb,
 One silent tear to shed?
Ah, yes! one gentle heart remains
 To weep beside the dead!