 | Love-Lore (1895) |  |
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LOST LOVE
As the rain-drops on the sand,
As the snow-flakes on the sea,
Is my love, with lavish hand
Shower'd in vain on thee:
To be lost
Like the frost
Of yet green mornings smiled on sunnily.
As the snow-flakes on the sea,
Is my love, with lavish hand
Shower'd in vain on thee:
To be lost
Like the frost
Of yet green mornings smiled on sunnily.
As the the rain-drops on the sand,
As the snow-flakes on the sea,
Is my love: thy empty hand
Wastes it, spurning me.
Love's cold ghost,
Like the frost
Of wintry mornings, lingereth sullenly.
As the snow-flakes on the sea,
Is my love: thy empty hand
Wastes it, spurning me.
Love's cold ghost,
Like the frost
Of wintry mornings, lingereth sullenly.
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