They meet to say farewell: Their way Of saying this is hard to say. -- He holds her hand an instant, wholly Distressed -- and she unclasps it slowly.
He bends his gaze evasively Over the printed page that she Recurs to, with a new-moon shoulder Glimpsed from the lace-mists that enfold her.
The clock, beneath its crystal cup, Discreetly clicks -- "Quick! Act! Speak up!"
A tension circles both her slender Wrists -- and her raised eyes flash in splendor,
Even as he feels his dazzled own. -- Then, blindingly, round either thrown, They feel a stress of arms that ever Strain tremblingly -- and "Never! Never!"
Is whispered brokenly, with half A sob, like a belated laugh, -- While cloyingly their blurred kiss closes, Sweet as the dew's lip to the rose's.
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