XXIVTWO IN ONE
I.
VESPER
Vanishing sun, delay, delay,
Linger a little over the past,
Sing, sleepy birds, keep back the day
From whiling away so fast.
Linger a little over the past,
Sing, sleepy birds, keep back the day
From whiling away so fast.
Vesper bell ringing slow and sweet,
Ring me the story of days that die;
Soon shalt thou peal more loud and fleet
The bliss of a day drawn nigh.
Ring me the story of days that die;
Soon shalt thou peal more loud and fleet
The bliss of a day drawn nigh.
Can there be two hearts in my breast?—
One that fast to the old bough clings,
One that flies to the new-made nest
And folds its fluttering wings?
One that fast to the old bough clings,
One that flies to the new-made nest
And folds its fluttering wings?
Could not life stand still where it is?
Would that, indeed, I had hearts for two!
But O, if I had, they would both be his,
So what, my heart, can you do?
Would that, indeed, I had hearts for two!
But O, if I had, they would both be his,
So what, my heart, can you do?
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