Mundi et Cordis De Rebus Sempiternis et Temporariis: Carmina. Poems and Sonnets. By Thomas Wade |
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Mundi et Cordis | ||
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XII. CONSOLATION.
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In the sorrow of this silenceWhich I bear, from thee apart,
I know I'm present still, Dear!
With the blood in thy young heart.
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I know that i' the morn and eve,Whilst sitting by thy parlour-fire,
Thy thoughts still turn to me, Dear!
With the pining of desire.
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Through the green lanes and the woodletsAs thou strayest, pensive-eyed,
I know that in thy thoughts, Dear!
I'm press'd to thy warm side.
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As thou pausest to converseWith the Daisy, in its quiet,
Thou pitiest my changed fate, Dear!—
Enslaved to the town's riot!
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That universal, deathless flower,In summer's sun and winter's weather—
The lamb of the sweet flowers, Dear!—
We oft have bless'd together.
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It is a link between us ever;Creator of love-presence real!
And whilst we've one to gaze on, Dear!
Absence is a thing ideal.
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I know I'm ever with thee, Dear!In thy heart and in thy brain;
And with the balmy knowledge, Dear!
My heart redeems its pain!
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In the sorrow of this silenceWhich I bear, from thee apart,
I know I'm living warm, Dear!
With the blood in thy full heart!
Mundi et Cordis | ||