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 When Spring is past stay with me, Love,

When wolds lie panting under June,

When tempering earthward tears to prove

Heaven's pity cease to fall, we swoon

Wrapped in heat's hazy hanging mist

With seeming far-off souls and list

To that immeasurable tune

Nature plays Love.

When whiter weather holds the land

In iron chains and shrill alarms

The north winds blow, take thou my hand

Again, Oh Love, and from all harms

Bred errant ways withdraw my feet,

Leading me to thy kingdom sweet,

Of changeless skies, where in thine arms

Enfold me, Love! Rh