THEY told me she was still the same,
In form, and mind, and heart;
With freshly-dawning joy I came,
And now in grief depart.
Still round the forehead, smooth and white,
The golden tresses twine,
The face is fair, the step is light,
As when I called her mine.
And yet the mouth that once I kissed
Is not the same as then;
The smile of love I never missed
Comes not for me again.
More measured is the silver voice,
The words more fitly said;
But while she speaks, I half rejoice
To feel my love is dead.
The eyes are deeper than before,
And far more subtly sweet;
And yet I pray that mine no more
Their altered glance may meet.
My dream is past. I loved a child,
The woman I resign;
The world and she are reconciled,
And now she is not mine.
(Constance Naden)
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