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ONE time I felt the sun in all my veins,
And bloomed on crystal mornings, flower-wise,
And mourned as roses sadden in long rains.
What pain is this the summer noon denies?
And bloomed on crystal mornings, flower-wise,
And mourned as roses sadden in long rains.
What pain is this the summer noon denies?
One time the hands of wind upon my hair
Could heal me like a mother's touch and kiss.
When I could give my airy griefs to air
I never knew so sharp a thorn as this.
Could heal me like a mother's touch and kiss.
When I could give my airy griefs to air
I never knew so sharp a thorn as this.
The joy of flower and wind and sighing bough—
It comes not back again for tears and rue.
A year agone I had not sought as now,
And found the sky a vault of empty blue.
It comes not back again for tears and rue.
A year agone I had not sought as now,
And found the sky a vault of empty blue.
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