Fond eyes looked on its dewy sheen,

Reading fate in its waters;

"Darling, the song of the brook is for you,

Fairest of earth's dear daughters."

Bright eyes looked on its dewy sheen,

And the songs of their lives rang clearly,—

"The world is fair! the world is fair!"

"And I love, I love you dearly."

Autumn leaves, like a fairy fleet,

Swept down towards the river;

The false wind moaned through the dreary sleet,

"The flowers are dead forever!"

Sad eyes looked down on the shadowed stream,

Reading fate in its measure:

"For me your song, for my withered life,

Pain in the mask of pleasure."

Sad eyes looked on the shadowed stream,

And the songs of their lives rang clearly,—

"The world is sad! the world is sad!"

"Oh! I loved, I loved him dearly."

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