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ROMEO. Farewell, farewell ! one kiss, and I 'll | Hand in hand, while the sun peered over, descend.
(Descends.) We lapped the grass on that youngling spring, JULIET. Art thou gone so ? my love! my Swept back its rushes, smoothed its clover, lord ! my friend !
And said, “Let us follow it westering."
A dappled sky, a world of meadows;
Circling above us the black rooks fly, ROMEO. Farewell ! I will omit no opportunity Forward, backward : lo, their dark shadows That may convey my greetings, love, to thee.
Flit on the blossoming tapestry — JULIET. O, think'st thou we shall ever meet again?
Flit on the beck - for her long grass parteth, ROMEO. I doubt it not; and all these woes
As hair from a maid's bright eyes blown back; shall serve
And lo, the sun like a lover darteth For sweet discourses in our time to come.
His flattering smile on her wayward track !
Bare grassy slopes, where the kids are tethered ; I LOVE thee, love thee, Giulio !
Some call me cold, and some demure,
I love thee Swell high in their freckled robes behind.
well, the proof was poor,
And no one could be sure. A rose-flush tender, a thrill, a quiver,
When golden gleams to the tree-tops glide ; Before thy song (with shifted rhymes
To suit my name) did I undo
Thou hast not seen a hand push through Broad and white, and polished as silver,
A foolish flower or two.
My mother listening to my sleep
Heard nothing but a sigh at night,
The short sigh rippling on the deep, Glitters the dew, and shines the river;
When hearts run out of breath and sight Up comes the lily and dries her bell;
Of men, to God's clear light.
When others named thee, thought thy brows
“Here He comes between the vineyard-rows !”
I said not “Ay,” nor waited, dear,
To feel thee step too near.
I left such things to bolder girls,
Olivia or Clotilda. Nay,
When that Clotilda through her curls Stately prows are rising and bowing
Held both thine eyes in hers one day, (Shouts of mariners winnow the air)
I marveled, let me say.
I could not try the woman's trick :
Between us straightway fell the blush And crowds are passing, and banks stretch Which kept me separate, blind, and sick. wide,
A wind came with thee in a flush, How hard to follow, with lips that quiver,
As blown through Horeb's bush. That moving speck on the far-off side !
But now that Italy invokes Farther, farther ---- I see it know it
Her young men to go forth and chase My eyes brim over, it melts away :
The foe or perish,
- nothing chokes Only my heart to my heart shall show it,
My voice, or drives me from the place : As I walk desolate day by day.
I look thee in the face.
From the tree whose shadow lay
Gone, gone, --- sold and gone,
FAREWELL! THOU ART TOO DEAR.
-sold and gone,
sold and gone,
FAREWELL! thou art too dear for my possessing,