At Parting
My love had known fifteen springs—
I kissed, and I pressed to me
Her lips like a flower, her chestnut hair,
Beside a lyric sea.
“Think of me; never forget,
No matter where I may be!”
—And I saw a shooting star
Fall suddenly into the sea.
I kissed, and I pressed to me
Her lips like a flower, her chestnut hair,
Beside a lyric sea.
“Think of me; never forget,
No matter where I may be!”
—And I saw a shooting star
Fall suddenly into the sea.
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