Youth fades; and then, the joys of youth,

May yet be in your mind;

The dearest voice that meets our ear,

Doth cause a leaf to fall.

And how you heard the green woods sing

The summer flowers depart --

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When Sorrow bids us weep!

That tone may come no more!

Hear not the wind -- view not the woods;

Where waving woods and waters wild

Though the same wind now blows around,

Come autumns scathe -- come winters cold 九-九-藏-書--

Go, sit upon the lofty hill,

Gay words and jests may make us smile,

How there you sat in summer-time,

The chilling autumn wind.

And turn your eyes around,

In spring, the sky ehtｔps://rｅad•９9cｓw•cｏmncircled them --

Do hymn an autumn sound.

For every breath that stirs the trees,

Whatever prospect Heaven doth bound,

Which once refreshd our mind,

When Sorrow is asleep;

Oh! like that wind, is all the mirth

The summer sun rｅad.９９cｓw•ｃomis faint on them --

The dearest hands that clasp our hands, --

When change is on the heart.

Their presence may be oer;

We cannot bear its visitings,

Look out oer vale and hill-

Beneath the freshening wind.

T九-九-藏-書he sky is round them still.

Shall come -- as, on those sighing woods,

That flesh and dust impart:

Come change -- and human fate!

Can neer be desolate.

You would its blast recall;

Except your musing heart.

Sit still -- as all transformd to stone,