You left me, sweet, two legacies,-- A legacy of love A Heavenly Father would content, Had He the offer of;
You left me boundaries of pain Capacious as the sea, Between eternity and time, Your consciousness and me.
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When Spring in sunny woodland lay, And gilded buds were sparely set On oak tree and the thorny may, I gave my love a violet. "O Love," she said, and kissed my mouth With one light, tender maiden kiss, "There are no rich blooms in the south So...
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If grief for grief can touch thee, If answering woe for woe, If any truth can melt thee Come to me now!
I cannot be more lonely, More drear I cannot be! My worn heart beats so wildly 'Twill break for thee--
And when the world despises--...
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Beautiful dreamer, wake unto me, Starlight and dewdrops are waiting for thee; Sounds of the rude world heard in the day, Lull'd by the moonlight have all pass'd away!
Beautiful dreamer, queen of my song, List while I woo thee with soft melody; Gone are...
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With all my will, but much against my heart, We two now part. My Very Dear, Our solace is, the sad road lies so clear. It needs no art, With faint, averted feet And many a tear, In our opposèd paths to persevere. Go thou to East, I West. We...
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So, we'll go no more a roving So late into the night, Though the heart be still as loving, And the moon be still as bright. For the sword outwears its sheath, And the soul wears out the breast, And the heart must pause to breathe, And love itself have rest....
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When I was one-and-twenty I heard a wise man say, ‘Give crowns and pounds and guineas But not your heart away; Give pearls away and rubies But keep your fancy free.’ But I was one-and-twenty, No use to talk to me.
When I was one-and-twenty I...
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Ah Dearest, canst thou tell me why The Rose should be so pale? And why the azure Violet Should wither in the vale? And why the Lark should, in the cloud, So sorrowfully sing? And why from loveliest balsam-buds A scent of death should spring? And why the...
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The pearly treasures of the sea, The lights that spatter heaven above, More precious than these wonders are My heart-of-hearts filled with your love.
The ocean's power, the heavenly sights Cannot outweigh a love filled heart. And sparkling stars or glowing...
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All things uncomely and broken, all things worn-out and old, The cry of a child by the roadway, the creak of a lumbering cart, The heavy steps of the ploughman, splashing the wintry mould, Are wronging your image that blossoms a rose in the deeps of my heart...
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