BY THE FIRE-SIDE.
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24.
When, if I think but deep enough,
You are wont to answer, prompt as rhyme;
And you, too, find without a rebuff
The response your soul seeks many a time
Piercing its fine flesh-stuff—
When, if I think but deep enough,
You are wont to answer, prompt as rhyme;
And you, too, find without a rebuff
The response your soul seeks many a time
Piercing its fine flesh-stuff—
25.
My own, confirm me! If I tread
This path back, is it not in pride
To think how little I dreamed it led
To an age so blest that by its side
Youth seems the waste instead!
My own, confirm me! If I tread
This path back, is it not in pride
To think how little I dreamed it led
To an age so blest that by its side
Youth seems the waste instead!
26.
My own, see where the years conduct!
At first, 'twas something our two souls
Should mix as mists do: each is sucked
In each now; on, the new stream rolls,
Whatever rocks obstruct.
My own, see where the years conduct!
At first, 'twas something our two souls
Should mix as mists do: each is sucked
In each now; on, the new stream rolls,
Whatever rocks obstruct.
