DISAPPOINTED.
Just one more kiss, my darling, The dearest and the last—The sacred sacramental seal Upon our precious past.
I clasp you in my arms to-night, My tears drop on your head,My kisses fall upon your brow, As mothers kiss their dead.
To-morrow our two lives shall be For evermore apart,And silence settle like a pall Upon my lips and heart.
My way and yours divide to-night, Your sweet lips tell me so—And yet your eyes are full of tears— My darling, must I go?
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