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That cheek is of its bloom bereft,
That eye no more is gay;
Of all her beauties thou art left,
A solitary ray.

Four years have past, this very June,
Since last we fondly met—
Four years! and yet it seems too soon
To let the heart forget—
Too soon to let that lovely face
From our sad thoughts depart,
And to another give the place
She held within the heart.

Her memory still within my mind
Retains its sweetest power;
It is the perfume left behind
To whisper of the flower;
Each blossom, that in moments gone
Bound up this sunny curl,
Recalls the form, the look, the tone
Of that enchanting girl.

Her step was like an April rain
O'er beds of violets flung,
Her voice the prelude to a strain
Before the song is sung;
Her life—'t was like a half-brown flower
Closed ere the shades of even,