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|“Cease smiling, Dear! a little while be sad”|
|Dum nos fata sinunt, oculos satiemus Amore|
Cease smiling, Dear! a little while be sad,|
Here in the silence, under the wan moon;
Sweet are thine eyes, but how can I be glad,
Knowing they change so soon?
For Loves sake, Dear, be silent! Cover me|
In the deep darkness of thy falling hair:
Fear is upon me and the memory
Of what is all mens share.
O could this moment be perpetuate!|
Must we grow old, and leaden-eyed and gray,
And taste no more the wild and passionate
Love sorrows of to-day?
Grown old, and faded, Sweet! and past desire,|
Let memory die, lest there be too much ruth,
Remembering the old, extinguished fire
Of our divine, lost youth.
O red pomegranate of thy perfect mouth!|
My lips life-fruitage, might I taste and die
Here in thy garden, where the scented south
Wind chastens agony;
Reap death from thy live lips in one long kiss,|
And look my last into thine eyes and rest:
What sweets had life to me sweeter than this
Swift dying on thy breast?
Or, if that may not be, for Loves sake, Dear!|
Keep silence still, and dream that we shall lie,
Red mouth to mouth, entwined, and always hear
The south winds melody,
Here in thy garden, through the sighing boughs,|
Beyond the reach of time and chance and change,
And bitter life and death, and broken vows,
That sadden and estrange.
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