Song
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he way of love was thus.He was born one winter mornWith hands delicious,And it was well with us. Love came our quiet way,Lit pride in us, and died in us,All in a winter's day.There is no more to say. 1913 (?). Sometimes Even Now . . . Sometimes even now I maySteal a prisoner's holiday,Slip, when all is worst, the bands,Hurry back, and duck beneathTime's old tyrannous groping hands,Speed away with laughing breathBack to all I'll never know,Back to you, a year ago. Truant there from Time and Pain,What I had, I find again:Sunlight in the boughs above,Sunlight in your hair and dress,The hands too proud for all but Love,The Lips of utter kindliness,The Heart of bravery swift and cleanWhere the best was safe, I knew,And laughter in the gold and green,And song, and friends, and ever youWith smiling and familiar eyes,You--but friendly: you--but true. And Innocence accounted wise,And Faith the fool, the pitiable.Love so rare, one would swearAll of earth for ever well-- Careless lips and flying hair,And little things I may not tell.
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