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THE LOVERS' LAST MEETING.
Was clasped within his own, her upturned eye
Met his, and drank again the heavenly bliss
Of dear and sweet reunion. On each pale
And stricken brow the darkness of deep
And solemn shadow rested, and each cheek
And lip seemed chilled with sorrow's withering frost.
Though summer, autumn, winter, spring had passed
Again and yet again since they had met,
They gazed into each other's hearts and read
No change in those deep founts of burning love.
There no dark raven-wing had brooded—each
Had e'er embalmed with love's pure incense-breath
The image of the other. They had vowed
And kept their holy truth, end now their love
Was all undimed, though grief had almost crushed
The life from out their souls.
Met his, and drank again the heavenly bliss
Of dear and sweet reunion. On each pale
And stricken brow the darkness of deep
And solemn shadow rested, and each cheek
And lip seemed chilled with sorrow's withering frost.
Though summer, autumn, winter, spring had passed
Again and yet again since they had met,
They gazed into each other's hearts and read
No change in those deep founts of burning love.
There no dark raven-wing had brooded—each
Had e'er embalmed with love's pure incense-breath
The image of the other. They had vowed
And kept their holy truth, end now their love
Was all undimed, though grief had almost crushed
The life from out their souls.
The sweet rich glow
Of the soft twilight lent its passion-hue
Of crimson to her temples, or perchance
It may have been the deep reflection caught
From the wild burning thoughts that raged within
Of the soft twilight lent its passion-hue
Of crimson to her temples, or perchance
It may have been the deep reflection caught
From the wild burning thoughts that raged within
