Mundi et Cordis De Rebus Sempiternis et Temporariis: Carmina. Poems and Sonnets. By Thomas Wade |
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LI. LOVE'S WINTER.
The springtide and the budding and the dewOf our sweet love soon past; but summerless
It went, and immatured; its buds, untrue,
Came not to flower or fruit of perfectness;
And the rich balm of its most vernal state
Hung frozen in a winter desolate:
So was its bursting freshness check'd and blighted;
And cold o'ercasts the sphere where we delighted
To prophesy of summer ecstasies,
Gathering our hopes from warm lips and fond eyes,
Clasp'd hands, and interchanged sympathies
That drew our hearts together. All is o'er!
To the Earth's frost come primaveral skies;
But to Love's winter spring returns no more.
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