I went back an old-time lane

In the fall o’ year,

There was wind and bitter rain

And the leaves were sere.

Once the birds were lilting high

In a far-off May—

I remember, you and I

Were as glad as they.

But the branches now are bare

And the lad you knew,

Long ago was buried there—

Long ago with you!

Love’s Song

If I had never known

How far would I have wandered wistfully alone,

Hearing no echo of that wondrous song

Whose music lingers long.

Beside whose sweetness pale

Even the soft notes of the nightingale,

Whose theme is wrought of laughter and of tears

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