Lord Lytton

The first wan cowslip, wet
With tears of the first morn.

The first wan cowslip, wet
With tears of the first morn.

What's saved affords
No indication of what's lost.

What's saved affords
No indication of what's lost.

Alas! must it ever be so?
Do we stand in our own light, wherever we go,
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Alas! must it ever be so?
Do we stand in our own light, wherever we go,
And fight our own shadows forever?

In life there are meetings which seem
Like a fate.

In life there are meetings which seem
Like a fate.

And the jasmine flower in her fair young breast,
(O the faint, sweet smell of that jasmine flower!)
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And the jasmine flower in her fair young breast,
(O the faint, sweet smell of that jasmine flower!)
And the one bird singing alone to his nest.
And the one star over the tower.