The Silken Tassel/Parting

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Parting
The raining Noon now sounds our parting hour,
  While from thy love-embosom’d bower
My stony Fate now wrenches me away
  Far to that evening dim and grey,
Far, far from thee, O dearest! where my heart
  Will still imagine that thou art
Beside me, ever making my sad night
  Bright with thy happy memory’s light,
Although my heart is now but made its tomb
  Which veils my joy within its gloom.

Forget thee?—Nay, my dear! that cannot be:
  The ever-palpitating Sea
Lives in his ebb and flow, and though he seem
  Calm for a while, like a fresh dream,
He stretches out his waving hands once more
  And rushes forth to kiss the shore;
The circling Moon may seem to wane in light
  And disappear from mortal sight,
But she is ever singing round the Earth
  And fills her cup of love with mirth,

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Farewell, sweet Love, if part we must at last!
  But all the Starlight of the Past
Will ever blaze within my night of loss
  And silently my heart will cross,
Reviving all our dreams of sweetest hours,
  Till all its quiet-glowing showers
Will melt into the twilight of our hope,
  And those bright gates at last will ope
To let the greater sunlight in! O Sweet!
  Then warm and close at last we meet!

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