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A TRYST
I kept our tryst alone,
In the sweet April weather,
Sat by your white grave-stone
A whole bright hour together.
In the sweet April weather,
Sat by your white grave-stone
A whole bright hour together.
The birds sang, the wind played,
The dreaming hills were round you.
There in the sun and shade,
I, who had lost you, found you.
The dreaming hills were round you.
There in the sun and shade,
I, who had lost you, found you.
And, oh, my dear, my own,
In the sweet April weather,
Sitting by your grave-stone,
I felt we were together.
In the sweet April weather,
Sitting by your grave-stone,
I felt we were together.
Oh! constant love of old
That never hurt nor harmed me,
There by your grave-stone cold
I sat awhile and warmed me.
That never hurt nor harmed me,
There by your grave-stone cold
I sat awhile and warmed me.
I felt I had stepped in
For a long talk to cheer you,
There by your grave so green
With the blue mountains near you.
For a long talk to cheer you,
There by your grave so green
With the blue mountains near you.
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There, as I sat awhile
Where the soft South wind passes,
I felt your well-pleased smile
Under the springing grasses.
Where the soft South wind passes,
I felt your well-pleased smile
Under the springing grasses.
And oh! my dear, my dear,
In gold and rainy weather—
My dear, be of good cheer,
We yet shall be together.
In gold and rainy weather—
My dear, be of good cheer,
We yet shall be together.
Such love as ours, dear heart,
No seas shall quench nor water;
Nor time, nor space shall part,
My dear, you and your daughter.
No seas shall quench nor water;
Nor time, nor space shall part,
My dear, you and your daughter.
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