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Rh Yes, long ago, and yet to me

It seems a thing of yesterday

The shade beneath the willow tree,

The word you looked but feared to say.

Ah! when I learned to love you so

What recked we of December's snow?

But swift the ruthless seasons sped

And swifter still they speed away.

What though they bow the dainty head

And fleck the raven hair with gray?

The boy and girl of long ago

Are laughing through the veil of snow.