<p><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_11" id="Page_11">[Pg 11]</SPAN></span></p>
<h3><SPAN name="IX" id="IX"></SPAN>IX</h3>
<h3><i>How we would Live!</i></h3>
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<span class="i0">How we would live! We’d drink the years like wine,<br/></span>
<span class="i2">With all to-morrows hid behind the veil,<br/></span>
<span class="i2">Which is your hair; between two lilies pale—<br/></span>
<span class="i0">Your slender hands—my heart should lie and shine,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">A crimson rose. We’d catch the wind and twine<br/></span>
<span class="i2">The evening stars—a chaplet musical—<br/></span>
<span class="i2">To crown our folly, lure the nightingale<br/></span>
<span class="i0">To sing the bliss your lips should teach to mine.<br/></span></div>
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<span class="i0">And if the sage, declaring life is vain,<br/></span>
<span class="i2">Should frown upon the flower of all our days<br/></span>
<span class="i0">And chide the sun that knows no tears of rain,<br/></span>
<span class="i4">He should not tease our heart with cynic eye—<br/></span>
<span class="i2">The soul’s vast altar stands beyond his gaze<br/></span>
<span class="i4">When two have lived—then shall they fear to die?<br/></span></div>
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