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 My gay green leaves are yellow-black, Upon the dank autumnal floor; For love, departed once, comes back No more again, no more.

A roofless ruin lies my home, For winds to blow and rains to pour; One frosty night befell, and lo, I find my summer days are o'er: The heart bereaved, of why and how Unknowing, knows that yet before It had what e'en to Memory now Returns no more, no more.

you, my simple friend, 'tis one of those, (Alack, a common weed of our ill time), Who, do whate'er they may, go where they will, Must needs still carry about the looking-glass Of vain philosophy. And if so be That some small natural gesture shall escape them, (Nature will out) straightway about they turn, And con it duly there, and note it down, With inward glee and much complacent chuckling, Part in conceit of their superior science,