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I stood here in my happy days, And every thing was fair; I stand now in my altered mood, And marvel what they were. Fair Tivoli, to me the scene No longer is what it has been.

There is a change come o'er thy hills, A shadow o'er thy sky; The shadow is from my own heart, The change in my own eye: It is our feelings give their tone To whatsoe'er we gaze upon.

Back to the stirring world again, Its tumult and its toil; Better to tread the roughest path, Than such a haunted soil: Oh! wherefore should I break the sleep Of thoughts whose waking is to weep.

Yes, thou art lovely, but alas! Not lovely as of yore, And of thy beauty I but ask; To look on it no more. Earth does not hold a spot for me So sad as thou, fair Tivoli.