I will forget those days of mingled bliss And dear delicious pain, - will cast from me All dreams of what I know can never be, Even the remembrance of that parting kiss....
When summer comes, and when o'er hill and lea The sun's strong wooing glow hath patiently Shed o'er the earth long days his golden dower, And then, by force of his own loving power,...
This April sun has wakened into cheer The wintry paths of thought, and tinged with gold These threadbare leaves of fancy brown and old. This is for us the wakening of the year...