Lost Mistress

        I.

 
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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