The wild bee reels from bough to bough | |
With his furry coat and his gauzy wing. | |
Now in a lily-cup, and now | |
Setting a jacinth bell a-swing, | |
In his wandering; | 5 |
Sit closer love: it was here I trow | |
I made that vow, | |
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Swore that two lives should be like one | |
As long as the sea-gull loved the sea, | |
As long as the sunflower sought the sun,— | 10 |
It shall be, I said, for eternity | |
’Twixt you and me! | |
Dear friend, those times are over and done, | |
Love’s web is spun. | |
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Look upward where the poplar trees | 15 |
Sway and sway in the summer air, | |
Here in the valley never a breeze | |
Scatters the thistledown, but there | |
Great winds blow fair | |
From the mighty murmuring mystical seas, | 20 |
And the wave-lashed leas. | |
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Look upward where the white gull screams, | |
What does it see that we do not see? | |
Is that a star? or the lamp that gleams | |
On some outward voyaging argosy,— | 25 |
Ah! can it be | |
We have lived our lives in a land of dreams! | |
How sad it seems. | |
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Sweet, there is nothing left to say | |
But this, that love is never lost, | 30 |
Keen winter stabs the breasts of May | |
Whose crimson roses burst his frost, | |
Ships tempest-tossed | |
Will find a harbour in some bay, | |
And so we may. | 35 |
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And there is nothing left to do | |
But to kiss once again, and part, | |
Nay, there is nothing we should rue, | |
I have my beauty,—you your Art, | |
Nay, do not start, | 40 |
One world was not enough for two | |
Like me and you. |