A Sheaf Gleaned in French Fields/A Lover's Wish (Théodore de Banville)
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A LOVER'S WISH.
When Death relentless, envious of our bliss,
Of breath deprives us in our last, last kiss,
And throws the sombre shadow of his wings
Upon us, while recede all earthly things—
May we repose beneath two twin-like stones,
And may twin-roses grow above our bones,
Roses of perfume rare, of colours bright,
From darkness springing into glorious light,
United, like our souls borne far away
To the warm sunshine of an endless day;—
And near on trees, to symbolise our loves,
In pairs still nestle the white turtle-doves!