Doubts
But when our bodies lie strange and still
They will bury us swiftly out of sight,
Shut us away from the warm sunlight . . .
How dark the darkness will be and chill!
They will bury us swiftly out of sight,
Shut us away from the warm sunlight . . .
How dark the darkness will be and chill!
But ah! I forgot, we shall not feel
Folded safe in our last deep sleep
Never again to kiss and weep—
While our lips' rose colour the roses steal.
Folded safe in our last deep sleep
Never again to kiss and weep—
While our lips' rose colour the roses steal.
Dear, never again to know regret,
With its iron hand laid on the leaping heart
Its fingers thrust where the wide wounds smart,
The wounds of memory bleeding yet. . . .
With its iron hand laid on the leaping heart
Its fingers thrust where the wide wounds smart,
The wounds of memory bleeding yet. . . .
Ah! but the kisses—the tears—the fleet
Delights—slow sorrows, are life—in vain
Delights—slow sorrows, are life—in vain
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