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212 LXI

, walk with me,

There's only thee,

To bless my spirit now.

We used to love on winter nights

To wander through the snow.

Can we not woo back old delights?

The clouds rush dark and wild;

They fleck with shade our mountains bright

The same as long ago,

And on the horizon rest at last

In looming masses piled;

While moonbeams flash and fly so fast

We scarce can say they smiled.

Come walk with me, come walk with me,

We were not once so few;

But Death has stolen our company,

As sunshine steals the dew.

He took them one by one and we

Are left, the only two;

So closer would my feelings twine

Because they have no stay but thine.

'Nay call me not; it may not be;

Is human love so true?

Can friendship's flower droop for years

And then revive anew?