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THE SUN SPREAD ITS BALMY SUBSISTENCE

The sun spread its balmy subsistence;
 The earth lay in silence below;
The breeze softly murmured its presence;  
We walked where the blue lupines grow.

 The day was inviting and warm;
The sky, stretched out broadly above,
Little spoke of the hastening storm;  
Thou whispered of laughter and love.

A wisp on the gloomy horizon,
Late, warned of the fierce squall to come;
Oh! would I had heeded its lesson  
As we hurried on carelessly home.

Leave me, thou spirit of inconstancy!
Thy pledges of “Forever” all were vain,
Thy false heart presaged by Summer’s petulancy;  
Only be not thou like sudden squalls of rain:
Come not again.