Algernon Charles Swinburn

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But now life’s face beholden
 Seemed bright as heaven’s bare brow
With hope of gifts withholden
 But now.
 
 From time’s full-flowering bough
Each bud spake bloom to embolden
 Love’s heart, and seal his vow.
 
Joy’s eyes grew deep with olden
 Dreams, born he wist not how;
Thought’s meanest garb was golden;
 But now!
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