Last Love-Word


This is the last; the very, very last!
Anon, and all is dead and dumb,
Only a pale shroud over the past,
That cannot be
Of value small or vast,
Love, then to me!

I can say no more: I have even said too much.
I did not mean that this should come:
I did not know 'twould swell to such —
Nor, perhaps, you —
When that first look and touch,
Love, doomed us two!
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