Erotica/A Lustrum
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A Lustrum
A lustrum has not sped since first we met.
How many shall have ere we meet again?
Thou hast gone forth from this our world of pain
Leaving me heavy-hearted, with eyes wet,
Before my manhood's empty shrine—and yet
I'd fain believe we did not love in vain.
How many shall have ere we meet again?
Thou hast gone forth from this our world of pain
Leaving me heavy-hearted, with eyes wet,
Before my manhood's empty shrine—and yet
I'd fain believe we did not love in vain.