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HOW LONG?
HOW LONG?
F on my grave the summer grass were growing, Or heedless winter winds across it blowing,
Through joyous June or desolate December,
How long, Sweetheart, how long would you remember,
How long, dear love, how long?
For brightest eyes would open to the summer,
And sweetest smiles would greet the sweet new-comer,
And on young lips grow kisses for the taking
When all the summer buds to bloom are breaking,—
How long, dear love, how long?
And sweetest smiles would greet the sweet new-comer,
And on young lips grow kisses for the taking
When all the summer buds to bloom are breaking,—
How long, dear love, how long?
To the dim land where sad-eyed ghosts walk only,
Where lips are cold, and waiting hearts are lonely,
Where lips are cold, and waiting hearts are lonely,
