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128. H. A. and A. S.

In the same place, when Nature wore
The same celestial glow;
I'm sure I've seen those forms before
But many springs ago;
And only he had locks of light
And she had raven hair,
While now, his curls are dark as night
And hers, as morning fair.
Besides, I've dreamt of tears whose traces
Will never more depart
Of agony that fast effaces
The verdure of the heart—
I dreamt one sunny day like this
In this peerless month of May
I saw her give the unanswered kiss
As his spirit passed away:
Those young eyes that so sweetly shine
Then looked their last adieu
And pale Death changed that cheek divine
To his unchanging hue
And earth was cast above the breast
That beats so warm and free
Where her soft ringlets lightly rest
And move responsively

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Then she, upon the covered grave—
The grass grown grave, did lie—
A tomb not girt by Gondal's wave
Nor arched by Gondal's sky.
The sod was sparkling bright with dew
But brighter still with tears
That welled from mortal grief, I knew
Which never heals with years—
And if he came not for her woe
He would not now return;
He would not leave his sleep below
When she had ceased to mourn—
O Innocence, that cannot live
With heart-wrung anguish long
Dear childhood's Innocence, forgive,
For I have done thee wrong!
The bright rosebuds, those hawthorns shroud
Within their perfumed bower
Have never closed beneath a cloud
Nor bent before a shower—
Had darkness once obscured their sun
Or kind dew turned to rain
No storm-cleared sky that ever shone
Could win such bliss again—