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LATE-COME LOVE
Let us not hurriedly consent
To lose ourselves in bliss
Before we gather what is meant
To ripen to a kiss.
To lose ourselves in bliss
Before we gather what is meant
To ripen to a kiss.
But let me sit upon the ground
And breathe your nearness, Child,
And muse on what my heart has found
To make it warm and wild.
And breathe your nearness, Child,
And muse on what my heart has found
To make it warm and wild.
Then let my honoured head enjoy
The pillow of your knee,
And learn how strangely like a toy
A past of grief can be.
The pillow of your knee,
And learn how strangely like a toy
A past of grief can be.
If then I feel your fingers smooth
The roughened years away,
And touch the forehead you can soothe
With hope and holiday,
The roughened years away,
And touch the forehead you can soothe
With hope and holiday,
How fails the world? It neither fails
Of fire, nor starves my need,
But, like a ship of wonder, sails
The zenith, gathering speed,
Of fire, nor starves my need,
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The zenith, gathering speed,
And foams toward the harbour where
My head shall learn to rest
By rising, falling, on the fair
Young tideway of your breast.
My head shall learn to rest
By rising, falling, on the fair
Young tideway of your breast.
Let us not hurriedly consent
To lose ourselves in bliss
Before we harvest what is meant
To ripen to a kiss.
To lose ourselves in bliss
Before we harvest what is meant
To ripen to a kiss.
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