Poems (Elgee, 1907)/Farewell!

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FAREWELL!
LET mine eyes the parting take,Which my faint lips never canMoments such as these might breakEven the sternest heart of man.
Mournfully doth Joy's eclipse,Shroud in grief Love's sweetest sign;Cold the pressure of thy lips,Cold the hand that rests in mine.
Once the slightest stolen kiss—O, what rapture did it bring!Like a violet's loveliness,Found and plucked in early spring.
Now, no more my hand shall twine,Rose wreaths, sweetest love, for thee;Without, is summer's glorious prime,Within, weird autumn's misery.

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