A Sequel to Don Juan — page 143: what you’re looking at

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134 A SEQUEL TO X XI. Oh ! he—the wanderer, the fugitive From the gay scenes of life,—he who would igs: The day before his lorn existence give To him who chose to take it,—he who sadly That morn had asked himself why he should live Since all he loved was lost, —Oh ! now how gladly Did he commune within himself, and say, ‘< May heaven renew the blessings of to-day !”’ XXII. And heaven accorded his request. With Rose He passed the hours each day from morn until The stars were scattered on the sky.—The snows Of winter disappeared—the gentle rill Woke from its spell-bound trance—the birds uprose On gladsome wing, their carol blythe to trill :— Nature threw off cold Winter’s dismal shroud, Summoned young Spring, and sang his welcome loud. XXIII. Then Time gave Spring the rule of his domain, And bade the earth yield verdure at his feet : The woods assumed their foliage again— The primrose and the violet sprang to greet The traveller ;-—the valley and the plain Were strewed with wild flowers beautiful and sweet ; The earth, divested of dark winter’s gloom, Was rich in brightness, greenness, and perfume. Gomichooksn;com