I loved her more than she could imagine
Esteemed her more than she could envision
She was my reverie from the moment we did chance
But I was nestled in masks of fear and pretense ...
I dream'd there would be Spring no more,
That Nature's ancient power was lost:
The streets were black with smoke and frost,
They chatter'd trifles at the door:
I wander'd from the noisy town,
I found a wood with thorny boughs:
I took the thorns to bind my brows,
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