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How we would live! We'd drink the years like wine, / With all to-morrows hid behind the veil, / Which is your hair; between two lilies pale -- / Your slender hands -- my heart should lie and shine, / A crimson rose. We'd catch the wind and twine / The evening stars -- a chaplet musical -- / To crown our folly, lure the nightingale / To sing the bliss your lips should teach to mine.
And if the sage, declaring life is vain, / Should frown upon the flower of all our days / And chide the sun that knows no tears of rain, / He should not tease our heart with cynic eye -- / The soul's vast altar stands beyond his gaze / When two have lived -- then shall they fear to die?