I. All'S Over, Then: Does Truth Sound Bitter As One At First Believes? Hark, 'Tis The Sparrows' Good-Night Twitter About Your Cottage Eaves! Ii. And The Leaf-Buds On The Vine Are Woolly, I Noticed That, To-Day; One Day More Bursts Them Open Fully You Know The Red Turns Grey. Iii. To-Morrow We Meet The Same Then, Dearest? May I Take Your Hand In Mine? Mere Friends Are We, Well, Friends The Merest Keep Much That I Resign: Iv. For Each Glance Of The Eye So Bright And Black, Though I Keep With Heart'S Endeavour, Your Voice, When You Wish The Snowdrops Back, Though It Stay In My Soul For Ever! V. Yet I Will But Say What Mere Friends Say, Or Only A Thought Stronger; I Will Hold Your Hand But As Long As All May, Or So Very Little Longer!