My Wind Is Turned To Bitter North, That Was So Soft A South Before; My Sky, That Shone So Sunny Bright, With Foggy Gloom Is Clouded O'Er My Gay Green Leaves Are Yellow-Black, Upon The Dank Autumnal Floor; For Love, Departed Once, Comes Back No More Again, No More. A Roofless Ruin Lies My Home, For Winds To Blow And Rains To Pour; One Frosty Night Befell, And Lo, I Find My Summer Days Are O'Er: The Heart Bereaved, Of Why And How Unknowing, Knows That Yet Before It Had What E'En To Memory Now Returns No More, No More.
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