To-day, I live again
The love of yesterday;
The rose that shed
Its petals red
Still blows its perfume on my way.

The lips I pressed one time
I press again this hour;
The vintage dead,
Still spills its red
Enchantment, like some dawn-flung shower.

Once rolled your tears, like rain
From half reluctant skies;
And now like dew,
The tears of you
Again find refuge in mine eyes.

The hours you gave me once,
Of laughter, lutes and dance,
Are gusts of song
That blow along
The years’ monotonous expanse.

To-day I live the love
That was youth’s major part;
The rose that died
Once at my side
Still bleeds its fragrance in my heart.

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