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LEAVE-TAKING.
Make haste to go lest I should bid thee stay,
Yet leave thy lingering hand in mine, and turn
Those dark pathetic eyes of thine away,
Lest when I see the passion in them burn,
My heart may faint, and through the broken door
Love enter to pass out again no more.
Yet leave thy lingering hand in mine, and turn
Those dark pathetic eyes of thine away,
Lest when I see the passion in them burn,
My heart may faint, and through the broken door
Love enter to pass out again no more.
Yet tremble not, sweet veinèd hand and soft,
And press not mine with such a cold farewell,
Lest I remember, now too late, how oft
My heart has moved thee with its ebb and swell,
Lest I should take those fingers frail and white,
And kiss them warm in mine own will's despite.
And press not mine with such a cold farewell,
Lest I remember, now too late, how oft
My heart has moved thee with its ebb and swell,
Lest I should take those fingers frail and white,
And kiss them warm in mine own will's despite.
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Farewell! farewell! ah! had we only known
How hard it is to rend one life in twain,
We might have wandered through the world alone,
And never felt so sharp a thrill of pain;
Go hence in silence, or thy last reply
Will haunt my weary memory till I die.
How hard it is to rend one life in twain,
We might have wandered through the world alone,
And never felt so sharp a thrill of pain;
Go hence in silence, or thy last reply
Will haunt my weary memory till I die.
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