The Poetical Works of George Barlow In Ten [Eleven] Volumes |
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LII.
We were so well content,
So all-sufficient each to each,
So glad beyond all speech:
How could we dream the clear skies would be rent?
So all-sufficient each to each,
So glad beyond all speech:
How could we dream the clear skies would be rent?
How could we dream that from bright summer skies
This thunder-bolt would fall?
We never watched at all
For death—we only watched each other's eyes.
This thunder-bolt would fall?
We never watched at all
For death—we only watched each other's eyes.
When the green meadows bask beneath the sun
In summer, is there one
Who, seeing a tiny cloud, would hold his breath
Dreaming of death?
In summer, is there one
Who, seeing a tiny cloud, would hold his breath
Dreaming of death?
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