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George Meredith - Song (Untitled #8)
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No, no, the falling blossom is no sign 
Of loveliness destroy`d and sorrow mute; 
The blossom sheds its loveliness divine; - 
Its mission is to prophecy the fruit. 

Nor is the day of love for ever dead, 
When young enchantment and romance are gone; 
The veil is drawn, but all the future dread 
Is lightened by the finger of the dawn. 

Love moves with life along a darker way, 
They cast a shadow and they call it death: 
But rich is the fulfilment of their day; 
The purer passion and the firmer faith.
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