A Little While

A little while a little love
The hour yet bears for thee and me
Who have not drawn the veil to see
If still our heaven be lit above.
Thou merely, at the day's last sigh,
Hast felt thy soul prolong the tone;
And I have heard the night-wind cry
And deemed its speech mine own.

A little while a little love
The scattering autumn hoards for us
Whose bower is not yet ruinous
Nor quite unleaved our songless grove.
Only across the shaken boughs
We hear the flood-tides seek the sea,
And deep in both our hearts they rouse
One wail for thee and me.

A little while a little love
May yet be ours who have not said
The word it makes our eyes afraid
To know that each is thinking of.
Not yet the end: be our lips dumb
In smiles a little season yet:
I'll tell thee, when the end is come,
How we may best forget.

by Dante Gabriel Rossetti

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dumb and dumber and yet i know not
'A little while a little love' seems to be not a great measure, defining neither love nor duration as exquisite pleasure, it seems a love lasting but the flight of a feather, aloft momentarily upon the whims of a breeze then lost forever?
The romance and the rhythm, emotional nicely written lines that made my soul fly while reading it, enjoyed it that usually what I feel when a poem inspires me great work.
And I have heard the night-wind cry And deemed its speech mine own.] ..........very nice.....great lines...
Romantic poem I felt and also nice to read.
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