| Edmund Clarence Stedman, ed. (18331908). An American Anthology, 17871900. 1900. |
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| 1561. Her Answer |
| | | By John Bennett |
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| TO-DAY, dear heart, but just to-day, | |
| The sunshine over all, | |
| The roses crimsoning the air | |
| Along the garden wall! | |
| Then let the dream and dreamer die; | 5 |
| Whateer shall be, shall be | |
| To-day will still be thine and mine | |
| To all eternity. | |
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| And oh, there is no glory, dear, | |
| When all the world is done, | 10 |
| There is no splendor lasteth out | |
| The sinking of the sun; | |
| There is no thing that lasts, not one, | |
| When we have turned to clay, | |
| But this: you loved meall the rest | 15 |
| Fades with the world away. | |
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| So little while, so little while | |
| This world doth last for us, | |
| There is no way to keep it, dear, | |
| But just to spend it thus. | 20 |
| There is no hand may stop the sand | |
| From flowing fast away | |
| But his who turns the whole glass down | |
| And dreams t is all to-day. | |
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