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Struck one clear chord to reach the ears of God : Is that time dead ? lo! with a little rod I did but touch the honey of romance — And must I lose a soul's inheritance ? |
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HER VOICE
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HE wild bee reels from bough to bough With his furry coat and his gauzy wing, Now in a lily-cup, and now Setting a jacinth bell a-swing, In his wandering; Sit closer love: it was here I trow I made that vow,
Swore that two lives should be like one As long as the sea-gull loved the sea, As long as the sun-flower sought the sun,— It shall be, as I said, for eternity 'Twixt you and me ! Dear friend, those times are over and done, Love's web is spun.
Look upward where the poplar trees
Sway in the summer air, Here in the valley never a breeze Scatters the thistledown, but there Great winds blow fair From the mighty murmuring mystical seas, And the wave-lashed leas.
Look upward where the white gull screams, What does it see that we do not see ? |
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