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The Spring And The Fall
(22 February 1892 – 19 October 1950 / Rockland / Maine / United States)

The Spring And The Fall

In the spring of the year, in the spring of the year,
I walked the road beside my dear.
The trees were black where the bark was wet.
I see them yet, in the spring of the year.
He broke me a bough of the blossoming peach
That was out of the way and hard to reach.

In the fall of the year, in the fall of the year,
I walked the road beside my dear.
The rooks went up with a raucous trill.
I hear them still, in the fall of the year.
He laughed at all I dared to praise,
And broke my heart, in little ways.

Year be springing or year be falling,
The bark will drip and the birds be calling.
There's much that's fine to see and hear
In the spring of a year, in the fall of a year.
'Tis not love's going hurt my days.
But that it went in little ways.

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Year be springing or year be falling, The bark will drip and the birds be calling. There's much that's fine to see and hear........//// beautiful poem penned; excellent expression on the spring coming and going; the nature comes to us to make happy and again it goes far away but not giving the sorrow though we feel sometimes it; very impressive poem
Muse of Spring! ! Muse of lovers! Heartbreak! ! After the fall. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
Sad and touching! Tugs at the heart.
There's much that's fine to see and hear In the spring of a year, in the fall of a year. 'Tis not love's going hurt my days. But that it went in little ways. The spring and love. tony
Such a beautiful poem on the changing seasons. Loved its flow and rhyming. Like to read again and again.
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