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You say we can not marry, now

That roses and the June are here?

To your decision I must bow.—

Ah, well!—perhaps ’t is best, my dear.

Let’s swear again each old love vow

And love another year.

Another year of love with you!

Of dreams and days, of sun and rain!

When field and forest bloom anew,

And locust clusters pelt the lane,

When all the song-birds wed and woo,

I’ll not take “no” again.

Oft shall I lie awake and mark

The hours by no clanging clock,

But, in the dim and dewy dark,

Far crowing of some punctual cock;

Then up, as early as the lark

To meet you by our rock.

The rock, where first we met at tryst;

Where first I wooed and won your love.—

Remember how the moon and mist

Made mystery of the heaven above

As now to-night?—Where first I kissed

Your lips, you trembling like a dove.

So, then, we will not marry now

That roses and the June are here,

That warmth and fragrance weigh each bough?

And, yet, your reason is not clear …

Ah, well! We ’ll swear anew each vow

And wait another year.