Thy Young Beauty: 2 -
Didst thou, sweet, wait for me when thou wast young?
Yea, have we yearned across the bitter seas,
Heart wailing out to heart, — and hath the breeze
Of summer round two souls expectant sung?
Have the pale past years with one weary tongue
Cried out for soul-companionship? the trees
Waved with forlorn grey frondage o'er waste leas,
And through the stars one hopeless music rung?
And, now we find each other, we are barred, —
Barred from each other, though the sad souls cry
" At length, at length, a recompence is nigh,
At length we rest victorious; " weird and hard
Seems to our souls the iron hand of Fate,
Denying love's bliss at love's very gate.
Yea, have we yearned across the bitter seas,
Heart wailing out to heart, — and hath the breeze
Of summer round two souls expectant sung?
Have the pale past years with one weary tongue
Cried out for soul-companionship? the trees
Waved with forlorn grey frondage o'er waste leas,
And through the stars one hopeless music rung?
And, now we find each other, we are barred, —
Barred from each other, though the sad souls cry
" At length, at length, a recompence is nigh,
At length we rest victorious; " weird and hard
Seems to our souls the iron hand of Fate,
Denying love's bliss at love's very gate.
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