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FALSE.
But lovely spring-time, dressed in flowers,
Blushed o'er the happy earth;
My soul arose! my spirit woke
To a thrice nobler birth!
When I looked up to the mild skies,
I deemed myself forgiven,
And through the mist I almost saw
The pearly gates of Heaven.
Blushed o'er the happy earth;
My soul arose! my spirit woke
To a thrice nobler birth!
When I looked up to the mild skies,
I deemed myself forgiven,
And through the mist I almost saw
The pearly gates of Heaven.
FALSE.
I met him yesterday, down by the sea,
Stood for a moment with his hand on mine;
Heard once again his soft voice speak to me,
And the hot blood fired up my cheeks like wine,—
In memory I went back to that sweet time
When life was all divine!
Stood for a moment with his hand on mine;
Heard once again his soft voice speak to me,
And the hot blood fired up my cheeks like wine,—
In memory I went back to that sweet time
When life was all divine!
Once, when I met him, through his deep, dark eyes
Shone out the brilliance of a tender glow,—
Lighting his face as sunset lights the skies
When its encrimsoned glories ebb and flow!
Last night his eyes were steel, so hard and dense,
His smile was frozen snow.
Shone out the brilliance of a tender glow,—
Lighting his face as sunset lights the skies
When its encrimsoned glories ebb and flow!
Last night his eyes were steel, so hard and dense,
His smile was frozen snow.
We dwell apart, our paths are severed wide;
We hold no more those precious twilight talks,
We hold no more those precious twilight talks,
