 | Poems and Dramas by "Fiona MacLeod" (William Sharp) |  |
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REMEMBRANCE
No more: let there be no more said.
It is over now, the long hope, the beautiful dream.
The poor body of love in his grave is laid.
It is over now, the long hope, the beautiful dream.
The poor body of love in his grave is laid.
I had dreamed his shining eyes eternal, alas!
Now, dead love, I know, can never rise again.
Never, never again shall I see even his shadow pass.
Now, dead love, I know, can never rise again.
Never, never again shall I see even his shadow pass.
A star has ceased to shine in my lonely skies.
Sometimes I dream I see it shining in my heart,
As a bird the windless pool over which it flies.
Sometimes I dream I see it shining in my heart,
As a bird the windless pool over which it flies.
No: no more: I will not say what I see, there:
Sorrow has depths within depths...silence is best:
Farewell, Dead Love: no more the same road we fare.
Sorrow has depths within depths...silence is best:
Farewell, Dead Love: no more the same road we fare.
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