An Hour

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An Hour

You only promised me a single hour:

But in that hour I journeyed through a year

Of life: the joy of finding you⁠—the fear

Of losing you again⁠—the sense of power

To make you all my own⁠—the sudden shower

Of tears that came because you were more dear

Than words could ever tell you⁠—then⁠—the clear

Soft rapture when I plucked love’s crimson flower.

An hour⁠—a year⁠—I felt your bosom rise

And fall with mystic tides, and saw the gleam

Of undiscovered stars within your eyes⁠—

A year⁠—an hour? I knew not, for the stream

Of love had carried me to Paradise,

Where all the forms of Time are like a dream.