Gone with the Swallows

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Gone with the Swallows

Must I convey at last the news to thee?

Must I now mourn the love that lived in me?

Gone with the autumn, with the dying year.

Gone with the kisses that are yet so near!

Gone with the swallows somewhere o’er the sea!

But with the Spring will he again

Return, will he with me remain?

Must I till then, remembering naught,

Forgetting all that love had brought,

Grope in the shadows of the slain?

Must I forget the day

That took my love away,

And all the happy hours

That reared for him their towers

And crowned him with the flowers

Of all the queens of May?

Must I alone

My once my own,

In my retreat

The new year greet,

And winter meet,

And winds hear moan?

Not yet

Can I

Forget;

But why

One clings

And sings

To things

That die?