A breath | A breath
And a sigh,-- | And a sigh,--
How we fly | How we fly
From Death! | From Death!--
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A palm | Sing on
Warm pressed, | O our bird!
As we guessed | Thou art heard
Love's psalm. | Alone.
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A word | We know
Breathed close, | No life,
And then rose | Neither strife,
The bird | Nor woe,
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That cowers | Nor aught
In the wood | But this hour,--
'Mid a flood | Love's dower
Of flowers, | Dear bought.--
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Till Love's | Death's voice
Heart sighs, | Is away,
Like the cries | And we may
Of doves,-- | Rejoice.
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Then sings | The bird
His song, | Of our song
Beating strong | May be long
White wings,-- | Unheard,
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Heart clear | But, Dear,
Though faint, | Bend low;
Like a saint | It is now
In prayer.-- | We hear.
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He reigns | Dear Heart
In power, | Your kiss!--
And Love's hour | After this
Disdains. | We part.
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Forget | A breath
For a day | And a sigh,--
All his sway, | How we fly
Life's fret. | From Death!