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