Old Photoograh, An
It is not you I kiss — not you! —
Coming upon you suddenly,
Faded as those swift hours we knew,
The dawns and dusk, we two!
I kiss another face I see —
O little face, so young, so true,
Shining through that pale effigy! —
The face mine used to be.
Coming upon you suddenly,
Faded as those swift hours we knew,
The dawns and dusk, we two!
I kiss another face I see —
O little face, so young, so true,
Shining through that pale effigy! —
The face mine used to be.
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