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 The fields are fading with the year, An autumn sadness fills The pallid pastures far and near, And weighs upon the hills.

With faded leaves upon the breeze, That wanton hiccup goes, And where amid dismantling trees The swollen river flows.

O Cuckoo, timeless in thy glee! Thou hast undone thy power For me, by singing joyfully In this ungenial hour.

Fond creature, if thou couldst but know The charm thou dost destroy! May nothing in the world below Belong alone to joy?

Sad Voice, so blithe when Heaven and Earth Are meeting in the Spring, Did we not know before that mirth May be a mournful thing?