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From earliest youth
The passion of my life was one and sole
To die for Christ. What argues love, like death?
Next to that great desire my hope was this,
To free our brethren of the German Forest
From vassalage blind to Odin and to Thor.
This was my childhood's dream on Wessex' coast:
This was my boyhood's vow at Escancester:
That vanished life how strangely since the morn
It haunts me! If this day should prove my last
Why not? My happiest it may also prove.
My brethren take their noontide sleep: no doubt
All heavenly are their dreams. To me more healing
Will be my memories of the years gone by.
The passion of my life was one and sole
To die for Christ. What argues love, like death?
Next to that great desire my hope was this,
To free our brethren of the German Forest
From vassalage blind to Odin and to Thor.
This was my childhood's dream on Wessex' coast:
This was my boyhood's vow at Escancester:
That vanished life how strangely since the morn
It haunts me! If this day should prove my last
Why not? My happiest it may also prove.
My brethren take their noontide sleep: no doubt
All heavenly are their dreams. To me more healing
Will be my memories of the years gone by.
| The Poetical Works of Aubrey De Vere | |