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PYRAMUS AND THISBE.
They of old who prudently
Built a wall 'twixt youth and maiden,
In their wisdom, could not see
Faults that marred their masonry.
Built a wall 'twixt youth and maiden,
In their wisdom, could not see
Faults that marred their masonry.
Love hath triple sight, and so
It were scarce a theme for wonder,
That between the stones should go,
Vows and kisses to and fro.
It were scarce a theme for wonder,
That between the stones should go,
Vows and kisses to and fro.
Death has power to separate
Hearts that beat to one sweet measure,
On this side the cold wall wait
Many who are desolate.
Hearts that beat to one sweet measure,
On this side the cold wall wait
Many who are desolate.
Yet even as I write, maybe,
She that died, from fields Elysian,
Sends a fair soul-kiss to me
Through the chink of memory.
She that died, from fields Elysian,
Sends a fair soul-kiss to me
Through the chink of memory.
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