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In the shadow that falls from the silent hill

We slept, in our green retreats;

And the April showers were wont to fill

Our hearts with sweets.

And though we lay in a lowly bower,

Yet all things loved us well,

And the waking bee left her fairest flower

With us to dwell.

But the warm May came in his pride to woo

The wealth of our honeyed store;

And our hearts just felt his breath, and knew

Their sweets no more!

And the Summer reigns on the quiet spot

Where we dwell, and its suns and showers

Bring balm to our sisters' hearts, but not—

Ah! not to ours.

We live, we bloom, but for ever o'er

Is the charm of the earth and sky;

To our life, ye Heavens, that balm restore,

Orbid us die!