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Dinah Maria Mulock - Between Two Worlds
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Parting for Australia.

HERE sitting by the fire 
I aspire, love, I aspire-- 
Not to that "other world" of your fond dreams, 
But one as nigh and nigher, 
Compared to which your real, unreal seems. 

Together as to-night 
In our light, love, in our light 
Of reunited joy appears no shade: 
From this our hope`s reached height 
All things are possible and level made. 

Therefore we sit and view-- 
I and you, love, I and you-- 
That wondrous valley o`er southern seas, 
Where in a country new 
You will make for me a sweet nest of ease; 

Where I, your poor tired bird, 
(Nothing stirred? Love, nothing stirred?) 
May fold her wings and be no more distrest: 
Where troubles may be heard 
Like outside winds at night which deepen rest. 

Where in green pastures wide 
We`ll abide, love, we`ll abide, 
And keep content our patriarchal flocks, 
Till at our aged side 
Leap our young brown-faced shepherds of the rocks. 

Ah, tale that`s easy told! 
(Hold my hand, love, tighter hold.) 
What if this face of mine, which you think fair-- 
If it should ne`er grow old, 
Nor matron cap cover this maiden hair? 

What if this silver ring 
(Loose it clings, love, yet does cling 
Should ne`er be changed for any other? nay, 
This very hand I fling. 
About your neck should--Hush! to-day`s to-day: 

To-morrow is--ah, whose? 
You`ll not lose, love, you`ll not lose 
This hand I pledged, if never a wife`s hand 
For tender household use 
Led by your fearless into a far, far land. 

Kiss me and do not grieve; 
I believe, love, I believe 
That He who holds the measure of our days, 
And did thus strangely weave 
Our opposite lives together, to His praise-- 

He never will divide 
Us so wide, love, us so wide: 
But will, whate`er befalls us, clearly show 
That those in Him allied 
In life or death are nearer than they know.
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