Love's Mutability

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Title:     Love's Mutability
Author: J. C. Manning [More Titles by Manning]

My heart is dark again.
My tree of life but yestermorn was flusht
With golden fruit: to-day it creaks in pain,
And wintry winds moan through its leafless boughs.
Time, some hours younger, saw me clasp the sky
Of hope with radiant brow: the plodding churl
May see me now go stumbling in the dark,
And blindly groping for the hand of Death
To lead me hence. O life! O world! O woman!

[The end]
J. C. Manning's poem: Love's Mutability

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