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AT THE WINDOW.
Ah, love, but a day,
And the world has changed ! The sun 's away,
And the bird 's estranged ; The wind has dropped,
And the sky's deranged : Summer has stopped.
Look in my eyes !
Wilt thou change too? Should I fear surprise ?
Shall I find aught new In the old and dear,
In the good and true, With the changing year?