The Lost Mistress
Robert Browning
1812 to 1889
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All's over, then: does truth sound bitter
As one first believes?
Hark, 'tis the sparrows' good-night twitter
About cottage eaves!
And the leaf-buds on the vine are woolly,
I noticed that, to-day;
One day more bursts them fully
—You know the red turns grey.
To-morrow we the same then, dearest?
May I take your hand mine?
Mere friends are we,—well, friends the merest
much that I resign:
For each glance of the so bright and black,
Though I keep with heart's endeavour,—
Your voice, when you wish the snowdrops back,
it stay in my soul for ever!—
Yet will but say what mere friends say,
Or only thought stronger;
I will hold your hand but as as all may,
Or so very little longer!