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Too Late -------I How wilt thou make The broken harp revive one strain; Or learn to wake Those long-forgotten songs again – Of passion and of pain? II How wilt thou press Lost odours from the faded rose, When colourless It lies upon December snows As deathly cold as those? III How wilt thou give That heart of fire again to me And bid it live That loved so well, so uselessly, And died for love and thee? Sep 90.