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Idyls and Songs

by Francis Turner Palgrave: 1848-1854

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LXIX. ES AEI.

Though they say thy lips have spoken
Vows I may not image broken:
Though thy happy bosom panting
Outran all thy words were granting:
Though thy sweet lips, passion-parted,
At their own confession started—
Yet I swear by all above thee
Past eternity to love thee.
Yet—oh yet—while still the morning
Views thee wreathed in Bride's adorning:
Ere the vows, his love to cherish
On the beating echoes perish:
Ere the day's impassion'd fleetness
To another yields thy sweetness:—
Hear my oath by all above thee
Past eternity to love thee.
By thy childhood's recollection,
By the truth of young affection,
By the love the years assure thee,
By thy sweet self I adjure thee—
Set the issue full before thee—
Can another so adore thee?
Hear my oath by all above thee
Past eternity to love thee.

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Though I curse the hour that bore me
Where thy beauty first flash'd o'er me:
Though I shed, in wasteful madness,
Heart's blood tears for tears of gladness:
Owning all this life-long weakness,
Ne'er can I disown thy sweetness:
Fix'd and vow'd by all above thee
Past eternity to love thee.