To A. L. J., May 22, 1840
O Dearest, may each coming year
More calm and cloudless shine
Than this of mingling love and fear
The first that calls thee mine!
Still lightening like the morning beams
Still spreading like the flowers
May all yet locked in golden dreams
Wake in the coming hours.
In one deep tide our lives must flow
O may they ever blend
When bright with joy or dark with woe
Unruffled to the end.
More calm and cloudless shine
Than this of mingling love and fear
The first that calls thee mine!
Still lightening like the morning beams
Still spreading like the flowers
May all yet locked in golden dreams
Wake in the coming hours.
In one deep tide our lives must flow
O may they ever blend
When bright with joy or dark with woe
Unruffled to the end.
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