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GROWN AND FLOWN.
"But why did your tears soak through the clay,
And why did your sobs wake me where I lay?
I was away, far enough away:
Let me sleep now till the Judgment Day."
And why did your sobs wake me where I lay?
I was away, far enough away:
Let me sleep now till the Judgment Day."
GROWN AND FLOWN.
ILOVED my love from green of Spring
Until sere Autumn's fall;
But now that leaves are withering
How should one love at all?
One heart's too small
For hunger, cold, love, everything,
Until sere Autumn's fall;
But now that leaves are withering
How should one love at all?
One heart's too small
For hunger, cold, love, everything,
I loved my love on sunny days
Until late Summer's wane:
But now that frost begins to glaze
How should one love again?
Nay, love and pain
Walk wide apart in diverse ways.
Until late Summer's wane:
But now that frost begins to glaze
How should one love again?
Nay, love and pain
Walk wide apart in diverse ways.
I loved my love—alas to see
That this should be, alas!
I thought that this could scarcely be,
Yet has it come to pass:
Sweet sweet love was,
Now bitter bitter grown to me.
That this should be, alas!
I thought that this could scarcely be,
Yet has it come to pass:
Sweet sweet love was,
Now bitter bitter grown to me.
