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If loving thee still more and more,
And still so willing to be blind,
If the poor lifeless words, at last,
And show the whole a vain deceit ;
If I should see thee turn away,
And know that prayer, and time, and pain, Could no more thy lost love regain, Than bid the hours of dying day
Gleam in their mid-day noon again.
If I should loose thy hand, and know
By the dull throbbing of my heart.
If I should gaze and gaze in vain
Into thine eyes so deep and clear,
And read the truth of all my
If not to grieve thee overmuch,
The ghost of my dead Past would rise
Or even to the eternal skies,
For I should still be lonely there.
All Truth, all Honour, then would seem
All Trust, a folly doomed to die;
All Life, a useless empty dream;
All Love-since thine had failed-a lie.
But see, thy tender smile has cast
My fear away this thought of mine Is treason to my Love and thine; For Love is Life, and Death at last Crowns it eternal and divine!
S strangers, you and I are here;
Where once, in years gone by, I dwelt
No stranger in the land.
Then while you gaze on park and stream,
Let me remain apart,
And listen to the awakened sound
Of voices in my heart!
Here, where upon the velvet lawn
The cedar spreads its shade,
And by the flower-beds all around,
And by me, on the path, I hear
The tread of little feet.
Down the dark avenue of limes,
And the quick questioning that brought
Such gentle calm replies.
Still the light bridge hangs o'er the lake,
Where broad-leaved lilies lie,
And the cool water shows again
The cloud that moves on high;—
And one voice speaks, in tones I thought The past for ever kept;
But now I know, deep in my heart
I hear, within the shady porch
I might have striven, and striven in vain,
Such visions to recall,
Well known and yet forgotten; now
The Present pales before the Past,
As in a dream I stand, amidst
Enough, so let us go, mine eyes