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XIV. “JUST A YEAR”
Just a year 'tis since we met,
Just a year!
Many suns have risen and set;
Many stars have waxed and waned,
Flowers have fled, but love remained;
Love's bright presence has been here
Just a year.
Just a year!
Many suns have risen and set;
Many stars have waxed and waned,
Flowers have fled, but love remained;
Love's bright presence has been here
Just a year.
Will he linger, will he pass,
He who stays
Never 'mid the meads of grass,
Never on the mountain-steeps;
For his swift foot never sleeps,
And his progress he delays
Not for Mays.
He who stays
Never 'mid the meads of grass,
Never on the mountain-steeps;
For his swift foot never sleeps,
And his progress he delays
Not for Mays.
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Not for May, and not for June
Will he wait,
Not for August's cheery tune;
Not for hungry-hearted prayer
Flung against the hollow air,
Hurled against his golden gate:
Love is Fate.
Will he wait,
Not for August's cheery tune;
Not for hungry-hearted prayer
Flung against the hollow air,
Hurled against his golden gate:
Love is Fate.
Will he tarry, love, for thee?
Will he pause,
Looking down on thee and me?
Will he grant another year,
Moved by song or prayer or tear
To relax his iron laws
By a clause?
Will he pause,
Looking down on thee and me?
Will he grant another year,
Moved by song or prayer or tear
To relax his iron laws
By a clause?
When another year has gone
Shall we say,
“Time may threaten, love lives on”?
When a million roses red
Change to white and join the dead,
Fallen, and trodden into clay,
Flung away!
Shall we say,
“Time may threaten, love lives on”?
When a million roses red
Change to white and join the dead,
Fallen, and trodden into clay,
Flung away!
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When another year has flown
With its light,
Then will one love on alone?
Will a lonely lover say,
“Wings I fashioned for her: May
With those very wings took flight
Through the night”?
With its light,
Then will one love on alone?
Will a lonely lover say,
“Wings I fashioned for her: May
With those very wings took flight
Through the night”?
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