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BORROWED THOUGHTS: 3. FROM 'ALICE', by                     Poet's Biography
First Line: Yes, dear, our love is slain
Last Line: Between us evermore.
Alternate Author Name(s): Berwick, Mary
Subject(s): Death; Life; Love; Pain; Time; Dead, The; Suffering; Misery


YES, dear, our Love is slain;
In the cold grave forevermore it lies,
Never to awake again,
Or light our sorrow with its starry eyes:
And so -- regret is vain.

One hour of pain and dread,
We killed our Love, we took its life away
With the false words we said;
And so we watch it, since that cruel day,
Silent, and cold, and dead.

We should have seen it shine
Long years beside us. Time and Death might try
To touch that life divine,
Whose strength could every other stroke defy
Save only thine and mine.

No longing can restore
Our dead again. Vain are the tears we weep,
And vainly we deplore
Our buried Love: its grave lies dark and deep
Between us evermore.





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