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Can love be love that leads astray?
Forswear the friend of all my life—?
Or else, he said—and bade me choose—
He would not have me for a wife.
He did not urge, nor plead, nor pray—
He left me nothing more to lose,
No gleam of hope, no faintest ray.
My skies have lost their sunny blues,
And changed to chill and winter grey;
And yet but now they shone so gay,
But now we walked beside the may,
And heard the thrushes' roundelay—
Dear God! 'twas only yesterday.
Forswear the friend of all my life—?
Or else, he said—and bade me choose—
He would not have me for a wife.
He did not urge, nor plead, nor pray—
He left me nothing more to lose,
No gleam of hope, no faintest ray.
My skies have lost their sunny blues,
And changed to chill and winter grey;
And yet but now they shone so gay,
But now we walked beside the may,
And heard the thrushes' roundelay—
Dear God! 'twas only yesterday.
