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LITE PENDENTE, by                    
First Line: The leaves lie dead about my feet
Last Line: Or art thou, as thou seemest, dead?
Subject(s): Grief; Loss; Love - Loss Of; Winter; Sorrow; Sadness


The leaves lie dead about my feet—
Fair summer's mantle cast aside;
And shrill the glooming winds repeat
The moaning of my heart's sad tide.
I know not where the days have sped;
I only know that long ago
A dear One kissed my lips and fled.

The blinding sleet of winter's woe
Beats on me with a friendly touch,
And mingles with my tears, that flow
Unceasingly and overmuch—
A joy of old each tear I shed;
But may it be through tears I 'll see
The sunshine and be comforted?

Dead, all the bloom and harvest time,
And all the hopes and high delight;
And, over all, the fatal rime
Of winter's chill and love's sad night—
Oh, tell me, lost one! dost thou tread
The joyous ways of perfect days,
Or art thou, as thou seemest, dead?





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