Poems
Leaving it lightly as a thing outworn.
I should have withered in my loneliness
Had you not come with life and pitying love,
Had you not brought new love, new life to me.
I should have withered in my loneliness
Had you not come with life and pitying love,
Had you not brought new love, new life to me.
The Lover
I gave you all I had and all my soul.
The Maiden
Ah! sweet, ah! sweet the day I saw you first.
The Lover
Then was I conscious first of Life, and lived.
The Maiden
I knew Life first when first you touched my hand.
The Lover
I dared not think of you except in dreams—
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