III.
Other lips than yours intreat
Those I vowed in vanished hours,
Never Fate should force to greet
Other lips than yours.
Memory dulls, perchance, or sours
What was once so keenly sweet,
Being ours and only ours.
All the life and heart and heat,
All the soul that love outpours,
Dies upon the lips that meet
Other lips than yours.
D. F. Blomfield.