Poems (Victor)/Parted Love
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PARTED LOVE.
When we parted in our youth,
Parted not to meet again,
Did you doubt my love or truth,
Doubt my passion or my pain?
Have you never on your breast
Felt my kisses as of yore,
And awaked from blissful rest
To be sadder evermore?
Through the long and weary years
Have you never felt my hand
Brush away the bitter tears
Duty, will, could not command?
Love, I doubt you not, and you
Surely feel my presence near,
Through the years have I been true,
Through the years have you been dear.