The Fall of the Leaf And Other Poems. By Charles Bucke ... Fourth Edition |
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Yet, though with awe we check the voice of woe,We would not—cannot—check the tears that flow!
For ne'er, till now, has fond expecting bliss
Turn'd to a woe so exquisite as this!
The kindest mistress!—but ah!—wherefore dwell
On virtues such as hers?—You know them well!
And could your blood recal her—what a flood
Of tears in crimson!—for you'd weep in blood.
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