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Love, all our colours

Fade into shadows

— Shadows, but empty

Forms of the darkness? φ Pale with the spring-time,

Wandering without you —

Sick with love-sickness! φ

To sigh upon this chill air of December,

To wonder why, and wondering why, remember !

φ As through the air

Her little fan-shaped feet φ

What beauty in the way the light fell on her eye-brows...

φ

These pages are as silent as drowned cries...

Come back, my Love, and with more fervent eyes

Than pity, Lips that bear the ivy-leaf

Once chose for emblem Love that never dies ?

φ Bow thy head, O shadow on the wall,

And weep a shadow's grief. Rh