She cried of pain eternal, autumn made
The grief____, why autumn made the grief to ME?
When buds and blossoms grow in wintering fear,
And spring did freeze my fairy cheeks in shade,
And chain'd my golden locks in day of bright,
Had made the words of joy and Morning-bear.
He wrote____, this word to Her who never wrote
The timid word against my drowning boat,
My word to world____, to care her grace, her heart,
To love her hand in hand and arm in arm
Then hold the path of spring to wintering death.
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