Arthur Quiller-Couch, comp. The Oxford Book of Victorian Verse. 1922.
The Lost MistressRobert Browning (18121889)
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As one at first believes?
Hark, ’tis the sparrows’ good-night twitter
About your cottage eaves!
I noticed that, to-day;
One day more bursts them open fully
—You know the red turns gray.
May I take your hand in mine?
Mere friends are we,—well, friends the merest
Keep much that I resign:
Though I keep with heart’s endeavour,—
Your voice, when you wish the snowdrops back,
Tho’ it stay in my soul for ever!—
Or only a thought stronger;
I will hold your hand but as long as all may,
Or so very little longer!