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|Two Years Old|
Long life to thee, long virtue, long delight, |
A flowering early and late!
Long beauty, grave to thought and gay to sight,
A distant date!
Yet, as so many poets love to sing |
(When young the child will die),
“No autumn will destroy this lovely spring,”
So, Sylvia, I.
I’ll write thee dapper verse and touching rhyme; |
“Our eyes shall not behold”
The commonplace shall serve for thee this time:
“Never grow old.”
For there’s another way to stop thy clock |
Within my cherishing heart,
To carry thee unalterable, and lock
Thy youth apart:
Thy flower, for me, shall evermore be hid |
In this close bud of thine,
Not, Sylvia, by thy deathO God forbid!
Merely by mine.
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