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ROBERT BROWNING

��72J. 'Parting at Morning

OUND the cape of a sudden came the sea,

And the sun look'd over the mountain's rim And straight was a path of gold for him, And the need of a world of men for me.

��726. The Lost Mistress

A LL 's over, then : does truth sound bitter

    • As one at first believes ?

Hark, 'tis the sparrows' good-night twitter About your cottage eaves !

��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 gray.

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 :

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!

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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