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Poem by Robert Browning


The Lost Mistress


Alls over, then: does truth sound bitter
As one at first believes?
Hark, tis the sparrows good-night twitter
About your cottage eaves!

And the leaf-buds on the vine are woolly,
I noticed that, today;
One day more bursts them open fully
 You know the red turns grey.

Tomorrow we meet the same then, dearest?
May I take your hand in mine?
Mere friends are we,  well, friends the merest
Keep much that I resign:

For each glance of the eye so bright and black,
Though I keep with hearts endeavor, 
Your voice, when you wish the snowdrops back,
Though it stay in my soul for ever! 

Yet I will but say what mere friends say,
Or only a thought stronger;
I will hold your hand but as long as all may,
Or so very little longer! 



Robert Browning


Robert Browning's other poems:
  1. An Epistle Containing the Strange Medical Experience of Karshish, the Arab Physician
  2. Up at a Villa-Down in the City
  3. How It Strikes a Contemporary
  4. Cleon
  5. Tray


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