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O love, let us part now! / Ours is the tremulous, low-spoken vow, / Ours is the spell of meeting hands and eyes.
The first, involuntary, sacred kiss / Still on our lips in benediction lies.
O Love, be wise! / Love at its best is worth no more than this -- / Let us part now!
O Love, let us part now! / Ere yet the roses wither on my brow, / Ere yet the lilies wither in your breast, / Ere the implacable hour shall flower to bear / The seeds of deathless anguish and unrest.
To part is best.
Between us still the drawn sword flameth fair -- / Let us part now!