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Red small leaves of the maple
Are clenched like a hand,
Like girls at their first communion
The pear trees stand.
Are clenched like a hand,
Like girls at their first communion
The pear trees stand.
Oh I must pass nothing by
Without loving it much,
The rain drop try with my lips,
The grass with my touch;
Without loving it much,
The rain drop try with my lips,
The grass with my touch;
For how can I be sure
I shall see again
The world on the first of May
Shining after the rain?
I shall see again
The world on the first of May
Shining after the rain?
II
"The Dreams of My Heart"
The dreams of my heart and my mind pass,
Nothing stays with me long,
But I have had from a child
The deep solace of song;
If that should ever leave me,
Let me find death, and stay
With things whose tunes are played out and forgotten,
Like the rain of yesterday.
Nothing stays with me long,
But I have had from a child
The deep solace of song;
If that should ever leave me,
Let me find death, and stay
With things whose tunes are played out and forgotten,
Like the rain of yesterday.
III
Bells
At six o'clock of an autumn dusk
With the sky in the west a rusty red,
The bells of the mission down in the valley
Cry out that the day is dead.
With the sky in the west a rusty red,
The bells of the mission down in the valley
Cry out that the day is dead.
The first star shines as sharp as steel—
Why am I suddenly so cold?
Three bells, each with a separate sound,
Clang in the valley, wearily tolled.
Why am I suddenly so cold?
Three bells, each with a separate sound,
Clang in the valley, wearily tolled.
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