But yesterday!... O blooms of May, And summer roses—Where-away? O stars above, And lips of love And all the honeyed sweets thereof! O lad and lass And orchard-pass And briered lane, and daisied grass! O gleam and gloom, And woodland bloom, And breezy breaths of all perfume!— No more for me Or mine shall be Thy raptures—save in memory,— No more—no more— Till through the Door Of Glory gleam the days of yore. |
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