And let our love for ever merge and fuse,
And not be sometimes mine and sometimes his.
Oh God! I'm happy; let me not forget."
So, in remembering, all the magic went,
While, battering down the ramparts of her peace,
Were silly fears and petty questionings
That clawed and tore and crumpled up her joy.
How could he know the anguish of the cry
Sheathed in a casual, charming, courteous voice,
"When shall I see you, when will you come again?"
"You must forgive me for my long, long stay.
When I am with you I forget the time;
But you, my dear, you think of everything."
And not be sometimes mine and sometimes his.
Oh God! I'm happy; let me not forget."
So, in remembering, all the magic went,
While, battering down the ramparts of her peace,
Were silly fears and petty questionings
That clawed and tore and crumpled up her joy.
How could he know the anguish of the cry
Sheathed in a casual, charming, courteous voice,
"When shall I see you, when will you come again?"
"You must forgive me for my long, long stay.
When I am with you I forget the time;
But you, my dear, you think of everything."
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