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Rh But to me, the sorrow-fated,

Comes the lost one back again!

Lovely things that seem to die

Hither now will quickly hie,

And to-morrow, in the gloom

Of this sad and sunless tomb,

Butterflies will lightly hover,

As o'er meadows fair;" she saith,

For Adonis brings the clover

With his breath!"