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THE FIRST AND LAST

O kiss me now; the end is near
The bright beginning; kiss me, dear.
I would not that thou shouldst one day
In bitter thought remembering say:

"When in the high tide of our bliss
Upon these lips I slew the kiss
That should have lived."
The kiss I fear—
The poison, ah, the lie, my dear.

Fear not; O kiss me whilst I can't
Refuse; am I to-morrow thine?
Wilt thou be near me when I pant? ****** I shall not go; thou wilt not pine.
Sweet thoughts!—Alas, the first, the last! ****** Nay, nay! I cling to thee: the past
Is dying in the lap of night
In which our star is shining bright.

The fingers in the shadow, there!
What are they weaving? Look, a shroud!
Come, purse thy lips; do not despair;
Take hold my hand and speak aloud.

No, no! For whom that shroud, for whom?
Not for our love—not for our joy? ****** Then seal thou with thy lips my doom,
Ay, with a kiss this life destroy!

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