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The Curse at Farewell
THE CURSE AT FARWELL
And then the heart, t, through the long, workless day,
Sick with imagination, fainting lay,
While fell the steady showers unceasingly !
Ah, then (how oft!) youth’s ardour sud- denly,
Beating with eager waves, the unfettered, strong
Current of Spring, has swept! A clamor- ous song
Has filled the forest-glades from side to side,
Laving flower, leaf, and vine, a billowy tide
Of exultation! Think how many dawns,
How many new-moon nights, flooding the lawns
With flowery incense charging the dark air,
How many full-moon skies with your life’s care
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