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Sonnets on Separation I.

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The    time shall be, old Wisdom says, when you             Shall grow awrinkled and I, indifferent,         Shall no more follow the light steps I knew             Or trace you, finding out the way you went,         By swinging branches and the displaced flowers             Among the thickets.    I no more shall stand,         With careful pencil through the adoring hours             Scratching your grace on paper.    My still hand         No more shall tremble at the touch of yours             And I'll write no more songs and you'll not sing.         But this is all a lie, for love endures             And we shall closer kiss, remembering         How budding trees turned barren in the sun         Through this long week, whereof one day's now done.

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