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Wilfrid Scawen Blunt - A Woman’s Sonnets: II
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Nay, dear one, ask me not to leave thee yet.
 Let me a little longer hold thy hand.
 Too soon it is to bid me to forget
 The joys I was so late to understand.
 The future holds but a blank face for me,
 The past is all confused with tears and grey,
 But the sweet present, while thy smiles I see,
 Is perfect sunlight, an unclouded day.
 Speak not of parting, not at least this hour,
 Though well I know Love cannot Time outlast.
 Let me grow wiser first and gain more power,
 More strength of will to deal with my dead past.
 Love me in silence still, one short hour`s space:
 `Tis all I ask of thee, this little grace.
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