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POEMS.
Had whispered to each other softly, ere
It yet
Was dawn, what now in noonday heat and fear
We both forget,—
It yet
Was dawn, what now in noonday heat and fear
We both forget,—
If all of this had given its completeness,
Love,
To every hour would it be added sweetness,
Love?
Could I know sooner whether it were well
Or ill
With thee? One wish could I more surely tell,
More swift fulfil?
Love,
To every hour would it be added sweetness,
Love?
Could I know sooner whether it were well
Or ill
With thee? One wish could I more surely tell,
More swift fulfil?
Ah! vainly thus I sit and dream and ponder,
Love,
Losing the precious present while I wonder,
Love,
About the days in which you grew and came
To be
So beautiful, and did not know the name
Or sight of me.
Love,
Losing the precious present while I wonder,
Love,
About the days in which you grew and came
To be
So beautiful, and did not know the name
Or sight of me.
But all lost things are in the angels' keeping,
Love;
No past is dead for us, but only sleeping,
Love;
The years of Heaven will all earth's little pain
Make good,
Together there we can begin again
In babyhood.
Love;
No past is dead for us, but only sleeping,
Love;
The years of Heaven will all earth's little pain
Make good,
Together there we can begin again
In babyhood.