 | Last poems including Afterglow and Beyond the sunset |  |
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TWO LOVES
One was a child's romance,
A girl's bewildering dream,
Woven of fire and dew.
And moonlight's silver gleam;
Of the fragrance of the rose,
The glory of the stars,
The flash of sparkling waters,
The sunset's golden bars!
A thing of smiles and blushes,
Quick thrills and throbbing heart,
A strange, mysterious glamour
That bade the tear-drops start.
A girl's bewildering dream,
Woven of fire and dew.
And moonlight's silver gleam;
Of the fragrance of the rose,
The glory of the stars,
The flash of sparkling waters,
The sunset's golden bars!
A thing of smiles and blushes,
Quick thrills and throbbing heart,
A strange, mysterious glamour
That bade the tear-drops start.
One was a woman's love,
Woven of many strands,
Richer than braided gold,
Stronger than iron bands;
A love that holier grew
Through all the changeful years,
That clasped close hands with joy,
Yet wavered not for tears.
A love that loved through all things,
Through sorrow, pain, and death—
Through all the bliss and all the bane
To which life answereth!
Woven of many strands,
Richer than braided gold,
Stronger than iron bands;
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Through all the changeful years,
That clasped close hands with joy,
Yet wavered not for tears.
A love that loved through all things,
Through sorrow, pain, and death—
Through all the bliss and all the bane
To which life answereth!
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