THE LOST MISTRESS
by: Robert Browning (1812-1889)
POEMS BY ROBERT BROWNING
over, then: does truth sound bitter
- As one at first believes?
- Hark, 'tis the sparrows' good-night twitter
- About your cottage eaves!
- And the leaf-buds on the vine are woolly,
- I noticed that, to-day;
- One day more bursts them open fully
- --You know the red turns gray.
- To-morrow we meet the same then, dearest?
- May I take your hand in mine?
- Mere friends are we,--well, friends the merest
- Keep much that I resign:
- For each glance of the eye so bright and black.
- Though I keep with heart's endeavour,--
- Your voice, when you wish the snowdrops back,
- Though it stay in my soul for ever!--
- Yet I will but say what mere friends say,
- Or only a thought stronger;
- I will hold your hand but as long as all may,
- Or so very little longer!