A Last Avowal
And how recount the slow degrees
By which my life's sad passion grew,
Till every pleasure ceased to please,
Save one—to see and talk with you?
By which my life's sad passion grew,
Till every pleasure ceased to please,
Save one—to see and talk with you?
Oh God! my age grows young again,
Recalling that forgotten time,
And my heart struggles with the pain
That almost crushed it in its prime.
Recalling that forgotten time,
And my heart struggles with the pain
That almost crushed it in its prime.
Dear friend, my secret now is told;
You listen with a grave surprise;
Why should I blush, now both are old,
To meet the wonder in those eyes?
You listen with a grave surprise;
Why should I blush, now both are old,
To meet the wonder in those eyes?
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