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[We walk together, you and I]
We walk together, you and I,
And dream the world is ours to-day;
So bright the sun, so blue the sky,
And then the clouds—so far away!
So present is our paradise
That both our hearts it scantly grieves
To know that Death beyond the hedge
Is leering through the leaves.
And dream the world is ours to-day;
So bright the sun, so blue the sky,
And then the clouds—so far away!
So present is our paradise
That both our hearts it scantly grieves
To know that Death beyond the hedge
Is leering through the leaves.
Love, when I stoop to kiss your hand,
Across your face warm blushes pass
Like shadows floating o'er the land,
Elusive islands on the grass:
And when my lips essay your own,
And all your breast insurgent heaves,
Wide eyes of Death may stare in vain
When looking through the leaves.
Across your face warm blushes pass
Like shadows floating o'er the land,
Elusive islands on the grass:
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And all your breast insurgent heaves,
Wide eyes of Death may stare in vain
When looking through the leaves.
The corn on yonder yellow hill
Has that ripe colour of your hair;
To-morrow men will whistle shrill,
And neither corn nor poppy spare.
To-day, at least, the field shall glow;
To-day, at least, our fate reprieves;
So love me, dearest, spite of Death,
Who leers between the leaves!
Has that ripe colour of your hair;
To-morrow men will whistle shrill,
And neither corn nor poppy spare.
To-day, at least, the field shall glow;
To-day, at least, our fate reprieves;
So love me, dearest, spite of Death,
Who leers between the leaves!
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