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!
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 mineCreator
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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