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Where are the tears a word once brought— The heart's sweet social rain? Where are the smiles that only sought To see themselves again?

I knew thee in thine earlier hours, A very summer queen For some young poet's dream:—those flow'rs   Are just what thou hast been,—

Wild flow'rs, all touch'd with rainbow hues, Born in a morning sky, Lighted with sunshine, fill'd with dews, Made for a smile and sigh.