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Christina Georgina Rossetti - Grown And Flown
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I loved my love from green of Spring 
Until sere Autumn`s fall; 
But now that leaves are withering 
How should one love at all? 
One heart`s too small 
For hunger, cold, love, everything. 


I loved my love on sunny days 
Until late Summer`s wane; 
But now that frost begins to glaze 
How should one love again ? 
Nay, love and pain 
Walk wide apart in diverse ways. 


I loved my love - alas to see 
That this should be, alas! 
I thought that this could scarcely be, 
Yet has it come to pass: 
Sweet sweet love was, 
Now bitter bitter grown to me.
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