The great usurper Life doth tear my face,
And silver pains drop on thy soothing breast.
But suddenly cruel Life seems naught but jest;
As we two swim together in thy grace.
The whispered sound of thy gay spirits flight
Doth please my soul as music did before.
I feel those swelling lungs that I adore,
Exhale in flames of love forever bright.
Say not a word. Do not disturb my love’s
Sweet melody. Eternal is that sound,
And though ‘tis soft, it never will be drowned.
‘Tis sacred as the wing-beats of the doves.
Our solitude is guarded by the sun,
Each other’s strength, a slumber: just begun.
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