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[Ah, no more questions, no more fears]
Ah, no more questions, no more fears,
But let us at the end have rest;
Shed if thou wilt the unfallen tears,
But shed them on my breast.
Who guesses what the unfathomed years
May bear of life and love and woe?
Not in our eyes nor to our ears
Those things are plain to know.
But let us at the end have rest;
Shed if thou wilt the unfallen tears,
But shed them on my breast.
Who guesses what the unfathomed years
May bear of life and love and woe?
Not in our eyes nor to our ears
Those things are plain to know.
We only feel that side by side
Each loving shoulder leans on each,
With looks too precious to divide
By fragmentary speech.
Nor this nor aught can long abide,
But passes, passes like to-day,
Till each shall fare without a guide
The uncompanioned way.
Each loving shoulder leans on each,
With looks too precious to divide
By fragmentary speech.
Nor this nor aught can long abide,
But passes, passes like to-day,
Till each shall fare without a guide
The uncompanioned way.
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