Last Year. I
You thought, O Love, you loved me then, I know; For that I bless you, now when Love is cold, Remembering how warm the tale you told, While winds of autumn fitfully did blow, And, by the sea's perpetual ebb and flow, We wandered on together to behold Noon's radiant splendor, or the sunset's gold, Or beauty of still nights where moons hung low. Your voice grew tender when you called my name; I heard that voice to-day,--was it the same?-- The old-time music trembles in it yet. Your touch thrilled through me like a sudden flame And then Love's sweet and subtle madness came, And glad lips clung that now to kiss forget.
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