Take this kiss upon the brow!
And, in parting from you now,
Thus much let me avow:
You are not wrong who deem
That my days have been a dream;
Yet if hope has flown away
In a night, or in a day,
In a vision, or in none,
Is it therefore the less gone?
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Love, if I weep it will not matter, |
You will come one day in a waver of love, You will come, with your slim, expressive arms, |