  O, hedges white with laughing may, O, meadows where we met, This heart of mine will break to-day Unless ye, too, forget. Breathe not so sweet, breathe not so sweet, But swiftly let me pass Across the fields that felt her feet In the old time that was. A year ago, but one brief year, O, happy flowering land, We wandered here and whispered there, And hand was warm in hand. O, crisp white clouds beyond the hill, O, lavrock in the skies, Why do ye all remember still Her bright uplifted eyes. Red heather on the windy moor, Wild thyme beside the way, White jasmine by the cottage door, Harden your hearts to-day. Smile not so kind, smile not so kind, Thou happy haunted place, Or thou wilt strike these poor eyes blind With her remembered face. |
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