The Past Is Mine

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Title

The Past Is Mine

Description

Sweet moments live though they be dead;
And love-words glow that we have said;
The pulse thrills now, as in the hour
When love first dwelt in its own bower
And bowed a slave to its mad power!

So what care I

For th' inky sky?

The past is mine, - the past is mine

Creator

T. Thomas Fortune

Source

4:48, p. 2

Date

1891.08.22

Collection

Citation

T. Thomas Fortune, “The Past Is Mine,” Periodical Poets, accessed September 8, 2024, https://periodicalpoets.com/items/show/532.

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