| The wild bee reels from bough to bough | |
| With his furry coat and his gauzy wing. | |
| Now in a lily-cup, and now | |
| Setting a jacinth bell a-swing, | |
| In his wandering; | 5 |
| Sit closer love: it was here I trow | |
| I made that vow, | |
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| Swore that two lives should be like one | |
| As long as the sea-gull loved the sea, | |
| As long as the sunflower sought the sun,— | 10 |
| It shall be, I said, for eternity | |
| ’Twixt you and me! | |
| Dear friend, those times are over and done, | |
| Love’s web is spun. | |
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| Look upward where the poplar trees | 15 |
| Sway and sway in the summer air, | |
| Here in the valley never a breeze | |
| Scatters the thistledown, but there | |
| Great winds blow fair | |
| From the mighty murmuring mystical seas, | 20 |
| And the wave-lashed leas. | |
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| Look upward where the white gull screams, | |
| What does it see that we do not see? | |
| Is that a star? or the lamp that gleams | |
| On some outward voyaging argosy,— | 25 |
| Ah! can it be | |
| We have lived our lives in a land of dreams! | |
| How sad it seems. | |
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| Sweet, there is nothing left to say | |
| But this, that love is never lost, | 30 |
| Keen winter stabs the breasts of May | |
| Whose crimson roses burst his frost, | |
| Ships tempest-tossed | |
| Will find a harbour in some bay, | |
| And so we may. | 35 |
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| And there is nothing left to do | |
| But to kiss once again, and part, | |
| Nay, there is nothing we should rue, | |
| I have my beauty,—you your Art, | |
| Nay, do not start, | 40 |
| One world was not enough for two | |
| Like me and you. |