Rose and Roof-Tree | ||
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WITHIN A YEAR.
I.
Lips that are met in love'sDevotion sweet,
While parting lovers passionately greet,
And earth through heaven's arc more swiftly moves—
Oh, will they be less dear
Within a year?
II.
Eyes in whose shadow-spellFar off I read
That which to lovers taking loving heed
Dear women's eyes full soon and plainly tell—
Oh, will you give such cheer
This time a year?
III.
Behold! the dark year goes,Nor will reveal
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Swift as a stream that o'er the mill-weir flows:
Mayhap the end draws near
Within the year!
IV.
Yet, darling, once more touchThose lips to mine.
Set on my life that talisman divine;
Absence, new friends, I fear not overmuch—
Even Death, should he appear
Within the year!
Rose and Roof-Tree | ||