Each on his own strict line we move,
And some find death ere they find love.
So far apart their lives are thrown
From the twin soul that halves their own.
And sometimes, by still harder fate,
The lovers meet, but meet too late.
Thy heart is mine! True, true! ah, true!
Then, love, thy hand! Ah, no! adieu!
Too Late
Matthew Arnold
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Poem topics: death, fate, heart, sometimes, soul, thrown, true, love, I love you, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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