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I
ask that time, from death, my heart, may save,
And pluck it from the earth's forgiving ground,
Where dirt and depth, conspiring in their
grave,
Yet raise, again, the love I've only found.
For I have not enjoyed whole life of you,
Seen crimson twilight set in summer eyes,
Nor grasping chill remind winter is due,
On walks through leaves that fall from autumn
skies.
I have not filled my recent memory
With Heaven's blush, like blood in springtime
air
That, resurrected from immortal tree,
Sends cherry-blossomed blessings to your hair.
I pray for time to spare my beating heart,
To touch you once, from earth, before we part.
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