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The musical laugh of the brook entices
Lover and lover to follow her ways.

Stay, dear morning, nor yet bereave us!
Why need your blossoms grow sad and sere?
Linger a little or e'er you leave us,
Since you come only once a year!

Stay, where the boughs of the bending beeches
Shadow the stream in a single spot,
And gild me forever these azure reaches,
Reaches of wild forget-me-not!


XXXITODAY
Today the sunshine freely showers
Its benediction where we stand;
There's not a passing cloud that lowers
Above this pleasant summer-land:
Then let's not waste the sweet today—
   Tomorrow, who can say?

Perhaps tomorrow we may be
(Alas! alas! the thought is pain!)
As far apart as sky and sea,
Sundered, to meet no more again:
Then let us clasp thee, sweet today—
   Tomorrow, who can say?

The daylight fades; a purple dream
Of twilight hovers overhead,
While all the trembling stars do seem
Like sad tears yet unshed:
Oh, sweet today, so soon away!
   Tomorrow, who can say?

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