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AH! dear one, we were young so long,
For skies and trees were ever in songAnd water in singing flowIn the days we never again shall know.Alas, so long!Ah! then was it all Spring weather?Nay, but we were young and together.Ah! dear one, I’ve been old so long,It seems that age is loth to part,Though days and years have never a song,And oh!…
I marked all kindred Powers the heart finds fair:—
And Fame, whose loud wings fan the ashen PastTo signal-fires, Oblivion’s flight to scare;And Youth, with still some single golden hairUnto his shoulder clinging, since the lastEmbrace wherein two sweet arms held him fast;And Life, still wreathing flowers for Death to wear.Love’s throne was not with these; but far aboveAll passionate wind of welcome and…
There is a poor sneak called Rossetti
With more as a manBut sometimes he ranAnd that saved the rear of Rossetti
Love hath a chamber all of imagery;
A little storied web wherein my heartFrom leaf to leaf is read as in a book.One part in the middle of the web begun and left unfinished;a face with ravelled threads falling over it and hiding it. Love saysthat the time has come to resume and finish this part of the web,though much has come…
Some ladies love the jewels in Love’s zone,
In idle scornful hours he flings away;And some that listen to his lute’s soft toneDo love to vaunt the silver praise their own;Some prize his blindfold sight; and there be theyWho kissed his wings which brought him yesterdayAnd thank his wings to-day that he is flown.My lady only loves the heart of Love:Therefore Love’s heart,…