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In Autumn O leaves, so quietly ending now, You heard the cuckoos sing. And I will grow upon my bough If only for a Spring, And fall when the rain is on my brow.

O tell me, tell me ere you die, Is it worth the pain? You bloomed so fair, you waved so high; Now that the sad days wane, Are you repenting where you lie?

I lie amongst you, and I kiss Your fragrance mouldering. O dead delights, is it such bliss, That tuneful Spring? Is love so sweet, that comes to this?

Kiss me again as I kiss you; Kiss me again, For all your tuneful nights of dew, In this your time of rain, For all your kisses when Spring was new.

You will not, broken hearts; let be. I pass across your death To a golden summer you shall not see, And in your dying breath There is no benison for me.

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