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Augusta Davies Webster - Dearest, this one day we own
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DEAREST, this one day we own,
    Stolen from the crowd and press,
    Let it be sweet silence`s.
We two, heart in heart, alone;
Any speech were less.

We are weary, even thus,
    Talk might turn to discontent
    Else be practised merriment:
Earth and sky will speak for us
Nearer as we meant.

We two in the stillness, dear,
    Fair dreams come without our quest;
    Not to talk of life is best.
Ah, our holiday is here,Let it all be rest.
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