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path by which we twain did go, Which led by tracts that pleased us well, Thro' four sweet years arose and fell, From flower to flower, from snow to snow:

And we with singing cheer'd the way, And crown'd with all the season lent, From April on to April went, And glad at heart from May to May:

But where the path we walk'd began To slant the fifth autumnal slope, As we descended following Hope, There sat the Shadow fear'd of man;

Who broke our fair companionship, And spread his mantle dark and cold; And wrapt thee formless in the fold, And dull'd the murmur on thy lip;