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Dinah Maria Mulock

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Sweet April-time O cruel April-time!
Year after year returning, with a brow
Of promise, and red lips with longing paled,
And backward-hidden hands that clutch the joys
Of vanished springs, like flowers.
--
"April", in Poems (1859).

 
Dinah Maria Mulock

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All wonder of pleasure, all doubt of desire,
All blindness, are ended, and no more ye feel
If your feet treat his flowers or the flames of his fire,
If your breast meet his balms or the edge of his steel.
Change is come, and past over, no more strife, no more learning:
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Sweet rest, O my soul, and no fear of returning!

 
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