Lost Mistress, The Lost Mistress, The |
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Lost Mistress, TheLost Mistress, The
Lost Mistress, The
All`s over, then: does truth sound bitter
As one at first believes?
Hark, `tis the sparrows` good - night twitter
About your cottage eaves!
And the leaf - buds on the vine are woolly,
I noticed that, to - day;
One day more bursts them open fully
- You know the red turns gray.
To - morrow we meet the same then, dearest?
May I take your hand in mine?
Mere friends are we, - well, friends the merest
Keep much that I resign:
For each glance of the eye so bright and black,
Though I keep with heart`s endeavour, -
Your voice, when you wish the snowdrops back,
Though it stay in my soul for ever! -
Yet I will but say what mere friends say,
Or only a thought stronger;
I will hold your hand but as long as all may,
Or so very little longer!
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