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Blossoms were on the apple-trees; The birds were humming in the air; Nature concerted harmonies To rob the world of care; Down by the meadow stream, we two Saw the white clouds their shadow cast Along the distant mountains blue, And dream-like as the past.

We two! Ah, that was years ago; We thought the two would pass away, And that but one the years would show; We thought the gods would play Wild songs of melody divine, To make the future bright and fair; And that the sun of joy would shine All times and everywhere.

Just as a million souls have thought! There came a day when tears were shed; And one the world's mad struggle sought, And one pined to the dead; He longed for fame, that kept in sight Yet ever seemed to miss his grasp; And she lost all life's hope and light, Striving his hand to clasp.

Well, it was years ago, I said; The stream is there; the blossoms flush The trees with glory; she is dead. The bees — they do not hush Their humming as they seek the sweet; I wonder, though, if we two may, As one, in heaven's home love and meet, And find a perfect day.