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LOVE'S CRUELTY.

Sweet, every meeting-time may be our last!
We stand upon time's beach, and, after, one
May launch a boat with cunning keel to run
Against the sidelong pressure of the blast,
With curved resistance of a reedlike mast,
Into the hollows of the western sun—
Time finished, red eternity begun,
Our love may be but as a rosebud past,
Crying in some disastrous nook of garden
After the heels of summer, who declares,
Invincible and destitute of pardon,
His lips are languid for Australian airs,—
And, with love's endless cruelty, prepares
The alternate hemisphere to inflame and harden.