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A RENDEZVOUS
I wonder will she come; the day
Is black with thunderclouds; the rain
Threatens, but ah can aught delay
My love from me again?
Is black with thunderclouds; the rain
Threatens, but ah can aught delay
My love from me again?
Slowly the keen long minutes pass.
Hope's wings grow feebler and my heart
Beats duller. Lo! the clouds amass
And the warm rain-drops start.
Hope's wings grow feebler and my heart
Beats duller. Lo! the clouds amass
And the warm rain-drops start.
Thunder rolls heavily like a drum;
My tears for this sad hope that shone
Mix with the rain. She has not come,
And the weary day wears on.
My tears for this sad hope that shone
Mix with the rain. She has not come,
And the weary day wears on.
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