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- EPHEMERA
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- "YOUR eyes that once were never weary of mine
- Are bowed in sotrow under pendulous lids,
- Because our love is waning."
- And then She:
- "Although our love is waning, let us stand
- By the lone border of the lake once more,
- Together in that hour of gentleness
- When the poor tired child, passion, falls asleep.
- How far away the stars seem, and how far
- Is our first kiss, and ah, how old my heart!"
- Pensive they paced along the faded leaves,
- While slowly he whose hand held hers replied:
- "Passion has often worn our wandering hearts."
- The woods were round them, and the yellow leaves
- Fell like faint meteors in the gloom, and once
- A rabbit old and lame limped down the path;
- Autumn was over him: and now they stood
- On the lone border of the lake once more:
- Turning, he saw that she had thrust dead leaves
- Gathered in silence, dewy as her eyes,
- In bosom and hair.
- "Ah, do not mourn," he said,
- "That we are tired, for other loves await us;
- Hate on and love through unrepining hours.
- Before us lies eternity; our souls
- Are love, and a continual farewell."
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