Homeward meadows wandered through,
Tangled woods explored anew,
Brown eyes meet
Blue eyes sweet,
Swift surprise each bosom fills.
Moonlight strolls through ivy bowers,
Dances chasing happy hours;
Summer gone,
Leaves forlorn
Strew the bower benches drear.
Winter storms may come and go,
Ever this we surely know, -
Steadfast hearts
Nothing parts,
Joy smiles o'er meadows sere.
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