TO HIS MAID
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Since above Time, upon Eternity The lovely essence of true loving’s set, Time shall not triumph over you and me, Nor—though we pay his debt— Shall Death hold mastery. Your eyes are bright for ever. Your dark hair Holds an eternal shade. Like a bright sword Shall flame the vision of your strange sweet ways, Cleaving the years: and even your smallest word, Lying forgotten with the things that were, Shall glow and kindle, burning up the days.