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DETHRONEMENT.
Dear, they tell you your reign is ended
With this little new life begun—
Poor little king, unthroned, unfriended,
In an eclipse of the sun!
Oh, belovèd, could you believe them?
How should they know what we think, we two?
It is so easy to deceive them,
Even our kisses do.
With this little new life begun—
Poor little king, unthroned, unfriended,
In an eclipse of the sun!
Oh, belovèd, could you believe them?
How should they know what we think, we two?
It is so easy to deceive them,
Even our kisses do.
You, my first fair rose of summer,
Promise and perfect joy in one,
How could a lovelier later comer
Move me as you have done?
You were my first white star of even;
Yours the earliest spirit hand
Stretched to me from the hills of heaven,
Out of the unknown land!
Promise and perfect joy in one,
How could a lovelier later comer
Move me as you have done?
You were my first white star of even;
Yours the earliest spirit hand
Stretched to me from the hills of heaven,
Out of the unknown land!
Ah, belovèd, you need not fear me!
I am not faithless to my first
Watching this new-lit lamp so near me,
Lent to me to be nursed.
Knit in a closer union rather,
You and I are to guard its flame
Back to the hands of our heavenly Father,
Out of Whose heart it came!
I am not faithless to my first
Watching this new-lit lamp so near me,
Lent to me to be nursed.
Knit in a closer union rather,
You and I are to guard its flame
Back to the hands of our heavenly Father,
Out of Whose heart it came!
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