My Love is Dead
Philip Bourke Marston
1850 to 1887
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'Tis Spring, the fresh green glints in the brook,
The primrose laughs from its shady nook,
Winter like a ghost has fled, —
Let it Spring, then — my love is dead!
The is come with burning light;
The swallow wheels dips in his flight;
The Spring away like ghost has fled, —
Let it be Summer, love is dead!
Autumn is come, with its gold-tressed trees.
Far through the wood sighs the dirge-like breeze;
Summer away like a ghost has fled, —
Let it be Autumn, my love is dead!
Winter is come, with white, wan cheek,
The boughs toss, and the wild winds shriek;
Autumn like a ghost has fled, —
Let it Winter, my love is dead!