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Robert Browning - The Lost Mistress
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All`s over, then: does truth sound bitter
  As one at first believes?
Hark, `tis the sparrows` good-night twitter
  About your cottage eaves!

	II.

And the leaf-buds on the vine are woolly,
  I noticed that, to-day;
One day more bursts them open fully
  —-You know the red turns grey.

	III.

To-morrow we meet the same then, dearest?
  May I take your hand in mine?
Mere friends are we,—-well, friends the merest
  Keep much that I resign:

	IV.

For each glance of the eye so bright and black,
  Though I keep with heart`s endeavour,—-
Your voice, when you wish the snowdrops back,
  Though it stay in my soul for ever!—-

	V.

Yet I will but say what mere friends say,
  Or only a thought stronger;
I will hold your hand but as long as all may,
  Or so very little longer!
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