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A LEAVE-TAKING.
They stand and see the sunset make
A whorl of scarlet in the West,
And white before them
See meadowfuls of daisies break
Wavelike at every wind's behest
That wanders o'er them.
A whorl of scarlet in the West,
And white before them
See meadowfuls of daisies break
Wavelike at every wind's behest
That wanders o'er them.
He is a man of easeful air,
Of genial youth, of happy grace
In form and vesture:
She is a girl with glimmering hair,
Deep eyes, and mobile oval face,
And gentle gesture.
Of genial youth, of happy grace
In form and vesture:
She is a girl with glimmering hair,
Deep eyes, and mobile oval face,
And gentle gesture.
He plucks a grass-blade from the ground,
And idly tears it as he speaks,
And laughs, and lingers;
She swings a wild-rose she has found,
Chaste-colored like her own fair cheeks,
Between two fingers.
And idly tears it as he speaks,
And laughs, and lingers;
She swings a wild-rose she has found,
Chaste-colored like her own fair cheeks,
Between two fingers.
He takes his leave, with proffered palm,
With words half serious, half in jest,—
A light leave-taking.
She answers, careless, courteous, calm:
(He does not dream that in her breast
The heart is breaking!)
With words half serious, half in jest,—
A light leave-taking.
She answers, careless, courteous, calm:
(He does not dream that in her breast
The heart is breaking!)
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