En Tout Cas

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Title:     En Tout Cas
Author: Edith Nesbit [More Titles by Nesbit]

WHEN I am glad I need your eyes
To be the stars of Paradise;
Your lips to be the seal of all
The joy life grants, and dreams recall;
Your hand, to lie my hands between
What time we walk the garden green.

But most in grief I need your face
To lean to mine in the desert place;
Your lips to mock the evil years,
To sweeten me my cup of tears,
Your eyes to shine, in cloud's despite,
Your hands to hold mine through the night.

[The end]
Edith Nesbit's poem: En Tout Cas

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