NEVER AGAIN.
O give me a shining curl, my love,— A curl of your sunbright hair—A shimmering fold of its burnished gold, For my desolate heart to wear!
O give me the rose in your breast, my love,— The rose with its drooping leaves;They are falling apart like the hopes of the heart, That, trusting in woman, believes!
O give me a glance from your eye, my love,— One glance with its olden light;Let me look in your eyes, that are blue as the skies, Ere I leave you forever to-night!
O give me a touch of your hand, my love,— One touch of your hand, I pray,To cling to my own when the bliss I have known, Has vanished forever away!
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