 | The Uncollected Poems of Henry Timrod |  |
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LINES
WE MET BUT ONCE
We met but once—and yet—and yet
(O! Truth! thou dar'st not doubt me,)
I know that I shall not forget,
And she'll—ask God about me.
(O! Truth! thou dar'st not doubt me,)
I know that I shall not forget,
And she'll—ask God about me.
My heart!—she had it years ago—
It seemed so one rapt minute—
And hers—when I arose to go,
I left—a bud within it.
It seemed so one rapt minute—
And hers—when I arose to go,
I left—a bud within it.
Perhaps this happy April day
Shall wake that bud to growing,
Perhaps the blue-eyed maiden May
Shall see it sweetly blowing.
Shall wake that bud to growing,
Perhaps the blue-eyed maiden May
Shall see it sweetly blowing.
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