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Egeria's Silence
Her thought that, like a brook beside the way,
Sang to my steps through all the wandering year,
Has ceased from melody—O Love, allay
My sudden fear!
Sang to my steps through all the wandering year,
Has ceased from melody—O Love, allay
My sudden fear!
She cannot fail—the beauty of that brow
Could never flower above a desert heart—
Somewhere beneath, the well-spring even now
Lives, though apart.
Could never flower above a desert heart—
Somewhere beneath, the well-spring even now
Lives, though apart.
Some day, when winter has renewed her fount
With cold, white-folded snows and quiet rain,
O Love, O Love, her stream again will mount
And sing again!
With cold, white-folded snows and quiet rain,
O Love, O Love, her stream again will mount
And sing again!
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