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LAST WORDS
I knew not 'twas so dire
a crime
To say the word, "Adieu;"
But this shall be the only
time
My lips or heart shall sue.
That wild hill-side, the
winter morn,
The gnarled and ancient
tree,
If in your breast they waken
scorn,
Shall wake the same in me.
I can forget black eyes and
brows,
And lips of falsest charm,
If you forget the sacred
vows
Those faithless lips could
form.
If hard commands can tame
your love,
Or strongest walls can hold,
I would not wish to grieve
above
A thing so false and cold.
And there are bosoms bound
to mine
With links both tried and
strong:
And there are eyes whose
lightning shine
Has warmed and blest me
long:
Those eyes shall make my
only day,
Shall set my spirit free,
And chase the foolish thoughts
away
That mourn your memory. |
