[00:00.64]Could we dig up this long－buried treasure，
[00:02.58]　　Were it worth the pleasure，
[00:04.59]　　We never could learn love's song，
[00:06.21]　　We are parted too long．
[00:09.14]　　Could the passionate past that is fled
[00:11.00]　　Call back its dead，
[00:12.46]　　Could we live it all over again，
[00:14.17]　　Were it worth the pain！
[00:16.67]　　I remember we used to meet
[00:18.19]　　By an ivied seat，
[00:19.83]　　And you warbled each pretty word
[00:21.69]　　With the air of a bird；
[00:23.65]　　And your voice had a quaver in it，
[00:25.68]　　Just like a linnet，
[00:26.96]　　And shook， as the blackbird's throat
[00:29.12]　　With its last big note；
[00:31.16]　　And your eyes， they were green and grey
[00:33.80]　　Like an April day，
[00:35.26]　　But lit into amethyst
[00:36.82]　　When I stooped and kissed；
[00:39.01]　　And your mouth， it would never smile
[00:40.81]　　For a long， long while，
[00:42.66]　　Then it rippled all over with laughter
[00:44.61]　　Five minutes after．
[00:47.08]　　You were always afraid of a shower，
[00:48.96]　　Just like a flower：
[00:50.39]　　I remember you started and ran
[00:52.08]　　When the rain began．
[00:53.73]　　I remember I never could catch you，
[00:55.39]　　For no one could match you，
[00:56.84]　　You had wonderful， luminous， fleet，
[00:59.24]　　Little wings to your feet．
[01:01.68]　　I remember your hair － did I tie it?
[01:04.75]　　For it always ran riot
[01:06.17]　　Like a tangled sunbeam of gold：
[01:08.35]　　These things are old．
[01:11.61]　　I remember so well the room，
[01:13.68]　　And the lilac bloom
[01:15.15]　　That beat at the dripping pane
[01:16.71]　　In the warm June rain；
[01:19.24]　　And the colour of your gown，
[01:20.62]　　It was amber－brown，
[01:21.72]　　And two yellow satin bows
[01:23.59]　　From your shoulders rose．
[01:25.99]　　And the handkerchief of French lace
[01:28.74]　　Which you held to your face
[01:31.36]　　Had a small tear left a stain?
[01:34.45]　　Or was it the rain?
[01:37.22]　　On your hand as it waved adieu
[01:38.97]　　There were veins of blue；
[01:41.31]　　In your voice as it said good－bye
[01:43.05]　　Was a petulant cry，
[01:44.92]　　'You have only wasted your life．'
[01:47.43]　　（Ah， that was the knife！）
[01:50.96]　　When I rushed through the garden gate
[01:52.78]　　It was all too late．
[01:56.15]　　Could we live it over again，
[01:58.39]　　Were it worth the pain，
[02:00.35]　　Could the passionate past that is fled
[02:02.30]　　Call back its dead！
[02:05.20]　　Well， if my heart must break，
[02:06.65]　　Dear love， for your sake，
[02:08.14]　　It will break in music， I know，
[02:10.31]　　Poets' hearts break so．
[02:13.31]　　But strange that I was not told
[02:15.36]　　That the brain can hold
[02:17.55]　　In a tiny ivory cell
[02:19.86]　　God's heaven and hell．
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