We Cover Thee—Sweet Face—
Not that We tire of Thee—
But that Thyself fatigue of Us—
Remember—as Thou go—
We follow Thee until
Thou notice Us—no more—
And then—reluctant—turn away
To Con Thee o’er and o’er—
And blame the scanty love
We were Content to show—
Augmented—Sweet—a Hundred fold—
If Thou would’st take it—now—
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