Augusta Webster (Августа Вебстер)

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WHERE found Love his yesterday?
When is Love's to-morrow? say.
    Love has only now.
We can swear it, we who stand
In Love's present, hand in hand,
    Thou and I, dear, I and thou.

By and by and Long ago;
Last month's buds, next winter's snow;
    Love has only now.
Do we wot of rathe or sere
In Love's boundless summer year,
    Thou and I, dear, I and thou?

Suns that rose and suns to set;
Gone for ever and Not yet;
    Love has always now.
Do we count by dawn and night,
Dwelling in Love's perfect light,
    Thou and I, dear, I and thou?

1. Joy That's Half Too Keen, and True
2. A Song of a Spring-Time
3. Deserted
4. Day Is Dead, and Let Us Sleep
5. Coming Home

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