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Ah! over full my heart is Of sadness and of pain: As a rose-flower in the garden The dull dusk fills with rain; As a blown red rose that shivers And bows to the wind and rain.

So give me your hands and speak me As once in the days of yore, When love spoke sweetly to us, The love that speaks no more: The sound of your voice may help him To speak in my heart once more.

Ah! over grieved my soul is, And tired and sick for sleep, As a poppy-bloom that withers, Forgotten, where reapers reap: As a harvested poppy-flower That dies where reapers reap.

So bend to my face and kiss me As once in the days of yore, When the touch of your lips was magic That restored to life once more: The thought of your kiss, which awakens To life that love once more.