All the sky was overcast,
And the wailing autumn blast
Swept us like a ghost unguessed
While we walked among the blest,
In the world that has no name,
Till, presently between us came
A third,—ah me—I quite forget
Sometimes—Here waits my violet—
One, two,—its leaves already wet—
For now, that all the flowers are blown
I sit and sigh and weep alone!
And the wailing autumn blast
Swept us like a ghost unguessed
While we walked among the blest,
In the world that has no name,
Till, presently between us came
A third,—ah me—I quite forget
Sometimes—Here waits my violet—
One, two,—its leaves already wet—
For now, that all the flowers are blown
I sit and sigh and weep alone!
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