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25 pages, ebook
First published January 1, 1827
O! craving heart, for the lost flowers
And sunshine of my summer hours!
There comes a sullenness of heart
To him who still would look upon
The glory of the summer sun.
For all we live to know is known,
And all we seek to keep hath flown—
Let life, then, as the day-flower, fall
With the noon-day beauty—which is all.
How was it that Ambition crept,
Unseen, amid the revels there,
Till growing bold, he laughed and leapt
In the tangles of Love’s very hair?