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Rh Sweet there was our life together in the garden this side of the grave,

And the springtime smiling on us was the smile of flower and wave.

O my heart!

II

Ho! the springtime!

Time of kiss and time of blossom—

Time of faring on the sea's blue bosom—

Time of thinking of another spring—

When we lived, young, open hearts together,

Roved the greening land, the violet weather!—

Clover, poppy, almond-bough

Murmured it then, murmur it now:

"Love is coming! this is it! this is it!

Passes the bloom! oh, woe to miss it!

The voice, the touch, the fond caress

That undivided lovers bless!"

O my heart, how sad is thinking!

III

"Ho! is it spring?" in the dawn I wake up saying.

I can hear, far off, my mother (poveretta) praying

For us three—

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