A poem by Unknown

She smiles, my darling smiles, and all
The world is filled with light;
She laughs - 'tis like the bird's sweet call,
In meadows fair and bright.
She weeps - the world is cold and gray,
Rain-clouds shut out the view;
She sings - I softly steal away
And wait till she gets through.

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