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'T was a time when the heart could show
All-how was earth to know, Neath the mute hand's to-and-fro ?
Dearest, three months ago,
Lived and loved the same
Till an evening came
Pierced to our ingle-glow,
Not from the heart beneath
'T was a bubble born of breath,
Nor reproach nor taunt.
Oh, power of life and death
XIV Woman, and will you cast For a word, quite off at last
Me, your own, your You,
Since, as truth is true,
Me do you leave aghast
Love, if you knew the light
How I look to you
And the beauteous and the right,
Bear with a moment's spite When a mere mote threats the white !
What of a hasty word ?
By a worm's pin-prick
Where its roots are quick ? See the eye, by a fly's foot blurred
Ear, when a straw is heard Scratch the brain's coat of curd !
'T is the world the same
For my praise or blame, And endurance is easy there.
Wrong in the one thing rareOh, it is hard to bear !
We shall have the word
In a minor third There is none but the cuckoo knows :
Heaps of the guelder-rose ! I must bear with it, I suppose.
At the warning slash
I would laugh like the valiant Thumb
Facing the castle glum And the giant's fee-faw-fum !
We can stand apart,
Heart dispense with heart In the sun, with the flowers unnipped,
Oh, the world's hangings ripped, We were both in a bare-walled crypt !
Each in the crypt would cry
" When a heart, as chill,
“At my own would thrill “ Back to life, and its fires out-fly?
“ Heart, shall we live or die ? “ The rest ... settle by-and-by!”
It is twelve o'clock :
I shall hear her knock
I shall pull her through the door, I shall have her for evermore !
SEE, as the prettiest graves will do in time,
(Love me for ever!)
April's endeavour ;
June needs must sever ;
Quenching June's fever-
THE LAST RIDE TOGETHER. .
I SAID—Then, dearest, since 't is so,
Since this was written and needs must be-
Only a memory of the same,
Your leave for one more last ride with me.
My mistress bent that brow of hers;
With life or death in the balance : right!
Who knows but the world may end to-night ?
Hush ! if you saw some western cloud
And so, you, looking and loving best,
Thus lay she a moment on my breast.
What need to strive with a life awry?