  FOR our Love's sake I bid thee stay, Sweet, ere the hours flee away, Beneath the old acacia tree That waves its blossoms quiveringly, And think awhile of early May: Of how the months have fled away, And sunrise hour turned twilight gray, While we have suffered smilingly For our Love's sake. It may not be—that which we pray For tearfully—but dare not say. And yet if, Sweet, it may not be, We still may suffer silently, Watching our sunlight fade away, For our Love's sake. |
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