Poems by Violet Fane [i.e. M. M. Lamb] With Portrait engraved by E. Stodart ... in two volumes |
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“SPEAK OF THE PAST.”
Speak of the Past, for ever flown,
It is not often that we may;
Thy words seem like stray blossoms blown
From those dead flow'rs of yesterday,
Or like the feathers from the wings
Of angels that have pass'd away!
It is not often that we may;
Thy words seem like stray blossoms blown
From those dead flow'rs of yesterday,
Or like the feathers from the wings
Of angels that have pass'd away!
To dream on what was but a dream,
To wait and watch, in vain, in vain!
To long in darkness for a beam
Of that past hope which now is slain;
To look and long, to watch and pray,
For that which cannot be again;
To wait and watch, in vain, in vain!
To long in darkness for a beam
Of that past hope which now is slain;
To look and long, to watch and pray,
For that which cannot be again;
This is the madness of my soul,
Thy love can never reach as far,
There are two halves in every whole,
But these, in Love, unequal are;
And when I know how great is mine,
I feel, perforce, how small is thine!
Thy love can never reach as far,
There are two halves in every whole,
But these, in Love, unequal are;
And when I know how great is mine,
I feel, perforce, how small is thine!
| Poems by Violet Fane [i.e. M. M. Lamb] | |