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Poem by Louise Chandler Moulton
No depth, dear Love, for thee is too profound; There is no farthest height thou mayst not dare, Nor shall thy wings fail in the upper air: In funeral robe and wreath my past lies bound; No old-time voice assails me with its sound When thine I hear; no former joy seems fair; And now one only thing could bring despair, One grief like compassing seas my life surround, One only terror in my way be met, One great eclipse change my glad day to night, One phantom only turn from red to white The lips whereon thy lips have once been set: Thou knowest well, dear Love, what that must be,-- The dread of some dark day unshared by thee.
Louise Chandler Moulton
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