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Ephemera
| ‘Your eyes that once were never weary of mine | | Are bowed in sorrow under pendulous lids, | | Because
our love is waning.’ | | And then she: | | ‘Although our love is waning, let us stand | | By the lone border of the
lake once more, | | Together in that hour of gentleness | | When the poor tired child, Passion, falls asleep: | | How far away the stars seem, and how far | | Is our first kiss, and ah, how old my heart!’ | | Pensive they
paced along the faded leaves, | | While slowly he whose hand held hers replied: | | ‘Passion has often worn
our wandering hearts.’ | | | | | | The woods were round them, and the yellow leaves | | Fell like faint meteors in the
gloom, and once | | A rabbit old and lame limped down the path; | | Autumn was over him: and now they stood | | On the lone border of the lake once more: | | Turning, he saw that she had thrust dead leaves | | Gathered in
silence, dewy as her eyes, | | In bosom and hair. | | ‘Ah, do not mourn,’ he said, | | ‘That we are tired, for other
loves await us; | | Hate on and love through unrepining hours. | | Before us lies eternity; our souls | | Are love,
and a continual farewell.’ |
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By PanEris
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