Fear
E. (Edith) Nesbit
If you were here, Hopes, dreams, ambitions, faith would disappear, Drowned in your eyes; and I should touch your hand, Forgetting all that now I understand. For you confuse my life with memories Of unrememberable ecstasies Which were, and are not, and can never be; . . . Ah! keep the whole earth between you and me.
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