Let mine eyes the parting take,
Which my faint lips never can;
Moments such as these might break
Even 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.
Farawell
Lady Jane Wilde
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Poem topics: autumn, grief, heart, joy, kiss, never, rose, spring, summer, rapture, stolen, bring, early, violet, prime, eclipse, break, cold, love, I love you, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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