  A A year ago to-day, love, for the space Of a brief sudden moment, richly fraught With deeper meaning than our light hearts thought, You held my hand and looked into the face Which, poor in gifts, has since by God’s good grace Grown dear to you;—and the full year has brought Friendship—and love—and marriage; yet has taught My heart to call you in its sacred place Still by the earliest name; for you who are My lover and my husband, and who bring Heaven close around me, will not let me cling To that near heaven; but tempt my soul afar By your ideals for me; till life end, |
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