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AT THE WINDOW.
1. Ah, love, but a day,
And the world has changed ! The sun 's away,
And the bird 's estranged ; The wind has dropped,
And the sky's deranged : Summer has stopped.
Look in my eyes !
Wilt thou change too? Should I fear surprise ?
Shall I find aught new In the old and dear,
In the good and true, With the changing year ?
Thou art a man,
But I am thy love ! For the lake, its swan
For the dell, its dove; And for thee - (oh, haste !)
Me, to bend above, Me, to hold embraced !
BY THE FIRESIDE.
Is all our fire of shipwreck wood,
Oak and pine ?
The dim, dead woe
I take mine.
A ruddy shaft our fire must shoot.
O'er the sea :
Drenched and stark,
From their bark And envy, gnash their teeth for hate O’ the warm safe house and happy freight
- Thee and me?