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Where, like a mist, Time disappears,
 Melting into Eternity.

I 'm thinking of some sunny hours,
 That shone out goldenly in June,
When birds were singing 'mong the flowers
 With wild sweet voices all in tune;
When o'er thy locks of paly gold
 Flowed thy transparent veil away,
Till 'neath each snow-white trembling fold
 The Eden of thy bosom lay;
And sheltered 'neath its dark-fringed lid,
 Till raised from thence in girlish glee,
How modestly thy glance lay hid
 From the fond glances bent on thee.

There are some hours, that pass so soon,
 Our spell-touched hearts scarce know they end;
And so it was with that sweet June,
 Ere thou wert lost, my gentle friend!
O! how I'll watch each flower that closes
 Through autumn's soft and breezy reign,
Till summer-blooms restore the roses,
 And merry June shall come again!
But, ah! while float its sunny hours
 O'er fragrant shore and trembling sea,
Missing thy face among the flowers,
 How my full heart will mourn for thee!