Like wealthy men who care not how they Departest; and thy tears are on my give. cheek. 45 But thy strong Hours, indignant, worked Why wilt thou ever scare me with thy their wills, tears, Many a night I saw the Pleiads, rising Saying, "I have hid my feelings, fearing they should do me wrong;" Saying, "Dost thou love me, cousin?" weeping, "I have loved thee long." 30 Love took up the glass of Time, and turned it in his glowing hands: Every moment, lightly shaken, ran itself in golden sands. |