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THE OLD LOVE
As winds bend grasses all one way
And take the fields with rout,
Old memories swept my thoughts one day
And turned my life about.
As roots, through leaves which drink the rain,
Divine the broken drought,
My heart grew conscious through the brain
Of sorrow gone, joy come again,
Anb hope's wild banners out.
And take the fields with rout,
Old memories swept my thoughts one day
And turned my life about.
As roots, through leaves which drink the rain,
Divine the broken drought,
My heart grew conscious through the brain
Of sorrow gone, joy come again,
Anb hope's wild banners out.
And on the road, the long-lost road,
I found my feet once more:
'T was night; and through the darkness glowed
Her window's starry core.
Again it thundered in the hills,
As once it had before,
When from the rose ran little rills,
And we two 'mid the daffodils
First kissed outside her door.
I found my feet once more:
'T was night; and through the darkness glowed
Her window's starry core.
Again it thundered in the hills,
As once it had before,
When from the rose ran little rills,
And we two 'mid the daffodils
First kissed outside her door.
Now through the white wrack overhead
The round moon waded on,
Like some dim woman, pale of tread,
Who by a dream is drawn.
The night shook down its rainy hair
With fireflies jewelled wan;
And through its fragrance, ever fair,
Again she ran to greet me there,
As if I'd never gone.
The round moon waded on,
Like some dim woman, pale of tread,
Who by a dream is drawn.
The night shook down its rainy hair
With fireflies jewelled wan;
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Again she ran to greet me there,
As if I'd never gone.
Again the honeysuckle scent
Of her sweet hair I breathed;
Again to mine her lips were lent,
My arms about her wreathed:
Again the night around us sighed,
And from its cloud unsheathed
A star, as there I opened wide
My heart to her, who laughed and cried,
And love's old answer breathed.
Of her sweet hair I breathed;
Again to mine her lips were lent,
My arms about her wreathed:
Again the night around us sighed,
And from its cloud unsheathed
A star, as there I opened wide
My heart to her, who laughed and cried,
And love's old answer breathed.
Long had she waited; I delayed;
Until, as Heaven designed,
Immediate, ardent, unafraid,
Her memory swept my mind:
And with it need of home and love,
And all life holds in kind
With man, to lift the soul above
The years and give hearts hope enough
To do the work assigned.
Until, as Heaven designed,
Immediate, ardent, unafraid,
Her memory swept my mind:
And with it need of home and love,
And all life holds in kind
With man, to lift the soul above
The years and give hearts hope enough
To do the work assigned.
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