As Fair As Years

Love, thou hast come to lacerate my heart.
And thou, who would yet pass from me again,
Hast learnt my soul to be its only bane.
I am laid open, all for thee to thwart,
That no man’s knife could before do death’s part.
So curs’d be thou, when time, or longing’s pain
Call thee into these sweet eyes, who have slain
Me. Tarry not, do to me what thou art.
When all is over I shall not forget
This kind of bittersweet, which I have met,
That only she could give in her depart;
The quiet moments in her bed, as fair
As years; and all these years moments compare;
And brutal Love, who daily ruts my heart.


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