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PASSION PAST.
Would I pour my life like wine on her floor?
No, no, never: never, never!
Never any more.
No, no, never: never, never!
Never any more.
Gray and withered, wrinkled and marred,
I have gone through the fire and come out unscarred,
With the image of manhood upon me yet,
No shame to remember, no wish to forget:
But could she rekindle the pangs I bore?—
O no, never! thank God, never!
Never any more.
I have gone through the fire and come out unscarred,
With the image of manhood upon me yet,
No shame to remember, no wish to forget:
But could she rekindle the pangs I bore?—
O no, never! thank God, never!
Never any more.
Old and wrinkled, withered and gray,—
And yet if her light step passed to-day,
I should see her face all faces among,
And say,—"Heaven love thee, whom I loved long!
Thou hast lost the key of my heart's door,
Lost it ever, and forever,
Ay, forevermore."
And yet if her light step passed to-day,
I should see her face all faces among,
And say,—"Heaven love thee, whom I loved long!
Thou hast lost the key of my heart's door,
Lost it ever, and forever,
Ay, forevermore."
