TIME AND ETERNITY
Time is a test of trouble, But not a remedy.If such it prove, it prove too There was no malady.
LXXXVI
WE cover thee, sweet face.Not that we tire of thee,But that thyself fatigue of us; Remember, as thou flee,We follow thee until Thou notice us no more,And then, reluctant, turn away To con thee o’er and o’er,And blame the scanty love We were content to show,Augmented, sweet, a hundred fold If thou would’st take it now.
LXXXVII
THAT is solemn we have ended,—Be it but a play,Or a glee among the garrets, Or a holiday,
Or a leaving home; or later,Parting with a worldWe have understood, for betterStill it be unfurled.
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