Two Lovers.

Two Lovers.
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Two lovers by a moss grown spring,
They leaned soft cheeks together theres
Mingled the dark and sunny hair.
And heard the wooing th thrushes sing.
Oh, budding time!
Oh, love’s best prime!

Two, wedded, from the portal stept;
The bells made happy carplings.
The air was soft as fanning wings,
White petals on the pathway slept.

Oh, pure eyed bridel
Oh, tender pride!

Two faces c’er a cradle bent,
Two hands above the breast were locked;
These pressed each other while they rocked.
Then watched a life that love had sent.
Oh, solemn hour!
Oh, hidden power!

Two parents by the evening fire:
The red light fell above their knees
On heads that rose by slow degrees.
Like buds upon the Illy spire.
Oh, patient life!
Oh, tender strife!

The two still sat together there;
The red light shown about their knees.
But all the heads, by slow degrees,
Had gone and left that lonely pair.
Oh, voyage fast!
Oh, vanished past!

The red light shone upon the floor
And made the space between them wide;
They drew the their chairs
The pale cheeks joined and said
Oh, memories!
Oh, past that is! up side by side; “once more.”