I know I am but summer to your heart, And not the full four seasons of the year.
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Time does not bring relief you all have lied Who told me time would ease me of my pain I miss him in the weeping of the rain I want him at the shrinking of the tide The old snows melt from every mountain-side, And last year's leaves are smoke in every lane But last year's bitter loving must remain Heaped on my heart, and my old thoughts abide There are a hundred places where I fear To go, so with his memory they brim And entering with relief some quiet place Where never fell his foot or shone his face I say, There is no memory of him here And so stand stricken, so remembering him.
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