The Complete Poems of Paul Laurence Dunbar · Paul Laurence Dunbar

Love's Draft

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The draft of love was cool and sweet

You gave me in the cup,

But, ah, love's fire is keen and fleet,

And I am burning up.

Unless the tears I shed for you

Shall quench this burning flame,

It will consume me through and through,

And leave but ash--a name.

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