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ONCE.
She never loved but once,
And then her love did seem
Like the opening of the tomb
Or the weaving of a dream;—
A premature betrothing
To immortal things,—
A momentary clothing
With an angel's wings.
And then her love did seem
Like the opening of the tomb
Or the weaving of a dream;—
A premature betrothing
To immortal things,—
A momentary clothing
With an angel's wings.
She never loved but once,
And then she learnt to feel
The wounds that Love inflicts,
That love alone can heal:
For as that light of life
Slowly faded by,
She calmed her spirit's strife,
In her wish to die;
And then she learnt to feel
The wounds that Love inflicts,
That love alone can heal:
For as that light of life
Slowly faded by,
She calmed her spirit's strife,
In her wish to die;
Yet lived, and Memory drew
Some joy from all the pain—
Her heart was kind to all
But never loved again.
She bid it cease to beat,
Till in yon skies above,
Love with Love should meet,
First and only Love!
Some joy from all the pain—
Her heart was kind to all
But never loved again.
She bid it cease to beat,
Till in yon skies above,
Love with Love should meet,
First and only Love!
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