Young Love XII - A Lost Hour
God gave us an hour for our tears, One hour out of all the years, For all the years were another's gold, Given in a cruel troth of old. And how did we spend his boon? That sweet miraculous flower Born to die in an hour, Late born to die so soon. Did we watch it with breathless breath By slow degrees unfold? Did we taste the innermost heart of it The honey of each sweet part of it? Suck all its hidden gold To the very dregs of its death? Nay, this is all we did with our hour - We tore it to pieces, that precious flower; Like any daisy, with listless mirth, We shed its petals upon the earth; And, children-like, when it all was done, We cried unto God for another one.
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