Neither tomorrow, nor yet today."     

       Night fell. She heard the voice and sped,     

       And followed his steps, till she found Love dead.     

       The forest muttered, as it would say,     

       Neither tomorrow, nor any day."     

   

  

       BELLUM AMORIS     

       Oh, the romance of it,     

       Soul-thrilling trance of it,     

       Though lives are lost which no love can restore!     

       Hearts ride a-prance at it,     

       Taking their chance at it—     

       Wing-thriven hearts to the seat of Love's War.     

       Sorrow is theirs in store;     

       This they know well before,     

       Yet do they ride from the West and the East     

       Hoping for this at least,     

       Out from the West and East,     

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