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POETIC FRAGMENTS. FIFTH SERIES.

49 Literary Gazette, 17th December, 1825, Page 812

’Twas Spring, the tree stood by the stream, With flowers unnumbered hung Upon the boughs; you scarcely marked The shade they downward flung.

The leaves have dropt off one by one, As the wind o'er them strayed; Of all it flung upon the stream Only remains the shade.

Oh! heart of mine read here thy fate, And here thy likeness find; Thus has life's freshness past away, Its darkness staid behind.

And worse thy state:—another spring, Again that tree will be Green in its youth—but where's the year That has a spring for thee?