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XIX. A YEAR AGO
A year ago to-day we met: and yet it seemeth
That in thine eyes, as then, to-day my whole soul dreameth—
And ever, evermore,
I shall dream in thine eyes, and call to mind our meeting;
Not only through the years of earth-life pale and fleeting,
But where blue heaven's waves strike a golden shore.
That in thine eyes, as then, to-day my whole soul dreameth—
And ever, evermore,
I shall dream in thine eyes, and call to mind our meeting;
Not only through the years of earth-life pale and fleeting,
But where blue heaven's waves strike a golden shore.
Thy beauty never fades: thine eyes will never darken:
Still to thy silvery laugh with my whole soul I hearken:
Yes, in a thousand years,
If I could be alive, the mere thought of our meeting
Would set my ancient heart's each giant pulse a-beating
And fill my eyes with the forgotten tears.
Still to thy silvery laugh with my whole soul I hearken:
Yes, in a thousand years,
If I could be alive, the mere thought of our meeting
Would set my ancient heart's each giant pulse a-beating
And fill my eyes with the forgotten tears.
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