 | In Russet & Silver |  |
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HOPE DEFERRED
Faint lines of grey are in that hair
That was one year ago so fair,
So curl'd in gold, so wav'd with light,
And still the feathery hours flit by,
And we grow older, you and I,
And still I wait for your reply,
And all your answer still is flight.
That was one year ago so fair,
So curl'd in gold, so wav'd with light,
And still the feathery hours flit by,
And we grow older, you and I,
And still I wait for your reply,
And all your answer still is flight.
You touch my hand a little while,
You pierce me with your flashing smile,
You dart away, away, away!
O for the skill to hold you fast,
O for the art to win at last
One sunset hour ere life be past,
One thrill before the nerves decay.
You pierce me with your flashing smile,
You dart away, away, away!
O for the skill to hold you fast,
O for the art to win at last
One sunset hour ere life be past,
One thrill before the nerves decay.
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