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PRESAGE.
If, some day, I should seek those eyes
So gentle now,—and find the strange,
Pale shadow of a coming change,
To chill me with sad surprise;

Shouldst thou recall what thou hast given,
And turn me slowly cold and dumb,
And thou thyself again become
Remote as any star in heaven;

Would the sky ever seem again
Perfectly clear? Would the serene,
Sweet face of nature steal between
This grief and me, to dull its pain?

O not for many a weary day
Would sorrow soften to regret,
And many a sun would rise and set
Ere I, with cheerful heart, could say