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Love only laughs when sunshine floods the air,
When winds flute summer music through the trees,
When nature’s masquers are attired to please
And Flora holds gay gala everywhere;
But now Heaven’s brow is underknit with care,
Low clouds burst forth a-weeping, flowery leas
Are drowned with runnels and the ponds grow seas,
Leaves droop beneath the dripping loads they bear,
And silence reigns in each late lute-filled bough;
The cricket chorus and the humming crowd
That tell how labour lightens earth’s hard way
Are all—all gone. Love hears no music now—
Only an endless falling, sharp and loud,
The dreary rhythm of a rainy day.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                           

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