Their Sweet Sorrow
They meet to say farewell: Their way Of saying this is hard to say. He holds her hand an Instant, wholly Distressed - and she unclasps it slowly, He lends his gaze evasively Over the printed page that she Recurs to, with a new-moon shoulder Glimpsed from the lace-mists that infold her. The clock, beneath its crystal cup, Discreetly clicks"Quick! Act! Speak up!" A tension circles both her slender Wrists - and her raised eyes flash in splendor, Even as he feels his dazzled own. Then blindingly, round either thrown, They feel a stress of arms that ever Strain tremblingly - and "Never! Never!" Is whispered brokenly, with half A sob, like a belated laugh, While cloyingly their blurred kiss closes, Sweet as the dew's lip to the rose's.
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