A Man's Last Word
A MAN'S LAST WORD TO A WOMAN.
Love-dazed, on rosy paths I sought thee far;
That was the spring, my gay and stormy prime.
Then I encountered thee with smiles and war;
Those were the manhood years of summer-time.
I thank thee for the joy thy presence gave;
That was in autumn, when the bed 's the grave.
That was the spring, my gay and stormy prime.
Then I encountered thee with smiles and war;
Those were the manhood years of summer-time.
I thank thee for the joy thy presence gave;
That was in autumn, when the bed 's the grave.
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