Tristesse

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Title:     Tristesse
Author: Thomas S. Jones [More Titles by Jones]

If you were not away
These trees, this south-wind and this dreary day
Would all be mad with joyous ecstasy;
But you are gone, so mourning they with me
Find bitter-sweet in idle fantasy.
How glad, how mad, how gay,
If you were not away!

[The end]
Thomas S. Jones's poem: Tristesse

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