But yesterday!...
O blooms of May,
And summer roses--where-away?
O stars above;
And lips of love,
And all the honeyed sweets thereof!--
O lad and lass,
And orchard pass,
And briered lane, and daisied grass!
O gleam and gloom,
And woodland bloom,
And breezy breaths of all perfume!--
No more for me
Or mine shall be
Thy raptures--save in memory,--
No more--no more--
Till through the Door
Of Glory gleam the days of yore.
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