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 | The Collected Poems of Philip Bourke Marston |  |
AFTER.
I
A little time for laughter,A little time to sing,
A little time to kiss and cling,
And no more kissing after.
II
A little while for schemingLove's unperfected schemes;
A little time for golden dreams,
Then no more any dreaming.
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III
A little while 't was givenTo me to have thy love;
Now, like a ghost, alone I move
About a ruined heaven.
IV
A little time for speaking,Things sweet to say and hear;
A time to seek, and find thee near,
Then no more any seeking.
V
A little time for sayingWords the heart breaks to say;
A short, sharp time wherein to pray,
Then no more need for praying;
VI
But long, long years to weep in,And comprehend the whole
Great grief that desolates the soul;
And eternity to sleep in.
| The Collected Poems of Philip Bourke Marston | |