How shall I count the days since this love hath bloomed, And watch the gentle moon as it floats on past my room As I doth behold this tender rose display, The mem'ry of that moment when thou hast past my way Those swaying branches call to me each lonely dreary night, That I should rush to thy side before mornings light Yet my mind doth warn me that I should surely wait, To give my shadow time to heal from this broken fate Those lofty trees with barren leaves call on me now, And question if my love for thee is wrong for time somehow Though summer comes all too late for me to ever ride, Against the thunder wind that gales this love cannot hide So for now I must pause to count the passing ways, That thy heart feels the same and blossoms another day
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