ROBERT BROWNING
734 Parting at Morning
M3UND the cape of a sudden came the sea,
And the sun look'd over the mountain's rim: And straight was a path of gold for him, And the need of a world of men for me.
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��735 The Lost Mistress
's over, then: does truth sound bitter As one at first believes ? Hark, 'tis the sparrows' good-night twitter About your cottage eaves'
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��And the leaf-buds on the vine are woolly,
I noticed that, to-day; One day more bursts them open fully
You know the red turns gray.
To-morrow we meet the same then, dearest?"
May I take your hand in mine? Merc friends are we, well, friends the merest
Keep much that I resign,
For each glance of the eye so bright and black.
Though I keep with heart's endeavour, Your voice, when you wish the snowdrops back,
Though it stay in my soul for ever'
Yet I will but say what mere friends say,
Or only a thought stronger; I will hold your hand but as long as all may,
Or so very little longer!
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