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TWO LOVERS
Two lovers by a moss-grown spring:
They leaned soft cheeks together
there,
Mingled the dark and sunny hair,
And heard the wooing thrushes
sing.
O budding time!
O love's blest prime!
Two wedded from the portal stept:
The bells made happy carolings,
The
air was soft as fanning wings,
White petals on the pathway slept.
O
pure-eyed bride!
O tender pride!
Two faces o'er a cradle bent:
Two hands above the head were
locked:
These pressed each other while they rocked,
Those watched a life
that love had sent.
O solemn hour!
O hidden power!
Two parents by the evening fire:
The red light fell about their
knees
On heads that rose by slow degrees
Like buds upon the lily
spire.
O patient life!
O tender strife!
The two still sat together there,
The red light shone about their
knees;
But all the heads by slow degrees
Had gone and left that lonely
pair.
O voyage fast!
O vanished past!
The red light shone upon the floor
And made the space between them
wide;
They drew their chairs up side by side,
Their pale cheeks joined,
and said, "Once more!"
O memories!
O past that is!
George Eliot [1819-1880]
From: Stevenson, Burton Egbert.
The Home Book of Verse.
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This collection assembled by Jone Johnson Lewis.
Collection © 1999-2002 Jone Johnson Lewis.
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