Albert Oxford Poems

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1.
Merely Sorrowing

That was merely half the talked, when we went forth in threes
The moon so full, your love so rich
And our joy all in all with these.
Low as the wind and pale the stars that wandered through our sky
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2.
Lovers

I shall be your protector; that is what he told,
And the heart that I have will beat with yours
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