The Poetical Works of George Barlow In Ten [Eleven] Volumes |
 | I. |
| II. |
| III. |
| IV. |
| V. |
| VI. |
| VII. |
| VIII. |
 | IX. |
|
|
| I. |
| II. | II. ANOTHER MEETING
|
| III. |
| IV. |
| V. |
| VI. |
| VII. |
| VIII. |
| IX. |
| X. |
|
|
|
| X. |
| XI. |
 | The Poetical Works of George Barlow |  |
115
II. ANOTHER MEETING
The sense of leaving thee is pain severer
Each time the moment comes when we must part:
And yet by this I know that thou art dearer,
Dearer than ever to my doting heart!
Love's sacred pain hath power to bless
Even in its very piteousness;
It makes a thousand love-stars shine out plain,
For though we part, we soon shall meet again!
Each time the moment comes when we must part:
And yet by this I know that thou art dearer,
Dearer than ever to my doting heart!
Love's sacred pain hath power to bless
Even in its very piteousness;
It makes a thousand love-stars shine out plain,
For though we part, we soon shall meet again!
Yes, there will come another hour of meeting,
More love-sweet moments—moments tenderer far;
Wild moments, when the heart with passion beating
Feels oneness with all flowers, with every star.
Are last night's roses pale and dead?
Behold, a new rose lifts its head!
One moon's deposed? Another moon will reign,
Acclaimed by new stars, when we meet again!
More love-sweet moments—moments tenderer far;
Wild moments, when the heart with passion beating
Feels oneness with all flowers, with every star.
Are last night's roses pale and dead?
Behold, a new rose lifts its head!
One moon's deposed? Another moon will reign,
Acclaimed by new stars, when we meet again!
116
—When there are no more meetings in the meadow
And no more meetings by the moonlit sea,
What will be left within the eternal shadow,
Within the shadow of death, for you and me?
What will be left us? What but love,
Supreme on earth, supreme above?
Immortal love, and passion without pain:
We'll meet once more—but not to part again.
And no more meetings by the moonlit sea,
What will be left within the eternal shadow,
Within the shadow of death, for you and me?
What will be left us? What but love,
Supreme on earth, supreme above?
Immortal love, and passion without pain:
We'll meet once more—but not to part again.
| The Poetical Works of George Barlow | |