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Poem by Arthur William Symons
(From the French) The moon was in the sky, Pale, pale her light had grown I went into the forest All alone. All alone, My heart was well-nigh glad, But when I thought of thee Grief came and made me sad. It came with the winds of autumn When the dead leaves drop from the tree, Because thy heart hath forgotten Thy lover afar from thee. It came with the rain fast falling Through the dead leaves again, Because that over a dead love The heart must weep like rain.
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