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FORESHADOWING.
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And yet, I think,
When time, or change, or both, have snapped the link
Which holds us now so lightly' heart to heart;
When you have found out new and pleasant ways,
From these apart;
Have loved fair women, and have known great men,—
Perhaps grown great yourself, and tasted praise,—
Despite the rosy ties which bind you then,
You will look back to these tame, quiet days,
With dim, strange pain;
And haply in your dreaming, think of me,
Half mournfully,
Saying,—while all surrounding witcheries
Seem dull and vain,
And Beauty's smile and Flattery's ministries
Lose, for the time, their hold on heart and brain,—
"Ah me! how little she was like to these!
Would I could look upon her face again!"
When time, or change, or both, have snapped the link
Which holds us now so lightly' heart to heart;
When you have found out new and pleasant ways,
From these apart;
Have loved fair women, and have known great men,—
Perhaps grown great yourself, and tasted praise,—
Despite the rosy ties which bind you then,
You will look back to these tame, quiet days,
With dim, strange pain;
And haply in your dreaming, think of me,
Half mournfully,
Saying,—while all surrounding witcheries
Seem dull and vain,
And Beauty's smile and Flattery's ministries
Lose, for the time, their hold on heart and brain,—
"Ah me! how little she was like to these!
Would I could look upon her face again!"
'T is all I crave,
This one regretful thought. I ask no more,—
And you will yield it ere you shall be old,—
This one regretful thought. I ask no more,—
And you will yield it ere you shall be old,—
