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In the golden autumn time,
When the flowers are in their prime,
And nature is drest [sic] out in her gay attire;
When feather'd warbler's chimes,
Bring us songs of other clines,
And air and earth and ocean all admire,
In my hours sad and lonely,
I am dreaming of thee only;
And I send that thou may'st see,
That in dreary winter hours,
When deserted are the bowers,
And tired nature has no flowers,
Ever then I think of thee!
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