Toys that parting lovers give
We gave and gave each other too,
Novice in the knack of love.
Rose or ring would better do,
But soul was soaring, eagle-wild;
Body was a tagging child.
Where the sign of fever burns,
Caller’s car is never seen;
So our blood from public care
Writes immortal quarantine:
Long as neuron’s annal last
Each is in the other lost.
Lover, on the western wave
Cruise, inviting sleep again.
I along the winter fields
Straggle with the midland men.
Skull’s a shut and haunted room;
Dream of each is other’s doom.
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